My brain and I

Today I thought to myself, perhaps after my morning class I shall go to a museum. Fine, said my brain to itself, to which museum shall we go?

Oh, I don't know, said I; perhaps we shall go to the Newark Museum?

No, answered my brain, we have been there too recently. It's a nice place, but it's small, and there is not likely to be much new to draw.

Very well, said I, perhaps New York. Perhaps Natural History? There are stuffed monkeys.

No, answered my brain, not Natural History. Asian art would be nice.

All right, said I, let us see if there is something on the Web. Oh, look, the Asia Society has a museum.

Yes, said my brain, but it is under renovation, and the temporary address seems to be somewhere strange.

Oh poo, said I. All right, the Met, then.

The Met it is, said my brain.

And so my brain and I, after class, went into Manhattan. We took the F train to the Hunter College stop, and got out. Look, said my brain, Lexington Avenue. It's nearly twenty blocks to the Met. That's not very far - why don't we walk?

All right, said I. So we began to walk up Lexington.

And the Urge began. The one that said 'cross Lexington and go to the next avenue over'. My brain and I ignored it for a while - there were interesting buildings on Lexington - but then we reached Sixty-Sixth Street or so, and the Urge got too strong to ignore. I turned and crossed and got to the next avenue, which was Park.

And hanging off a building a few blocks ahead...

Was a gigantic Buddha-head banner indicating the location of the Asia Society museum.

Sometimes my own thought processes worry me.

Today's pulp survival tip is #168: Don't let the easily frightened person know where you keep the area effect weapons.

Oh hell.

I almost forgot. Click here and scroll all the way to the bottom to see the one drawing I got done while I was at the museum. Thanks.