Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Krisis has been creating Crushing Krisis since 2000, writing songs since 1996, and reading comics since 1991. He is a Customer Success and Digital Brand Strategy executive, serial organizer, parent, and feminist, among other things. Based in Philly through 2017, he now resides in Wellington, NZ.

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My right tonsil is the approximate size and shape of a golf ball right now. I have to swallow crookedly to get around it. I’m not entirely sure how this happened (oh, other than the several hours i spent walking around in the rain last night), but it’s starting to really bother me a great deal. My tonsils, apparently, are so very abused from all the strep throat i had as a child that the slightest chill or post-nasal drip sends them ballooning out of control. And it sucks. I’d love to get them taken out, but apparently my recovery time could be horrendous seeing as how huge they are. Yum.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/03/2996016/

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So, yeah. My main person to hang out and do work with in the office left on some sort of wild admissions road-trip, so i have the urge to just hide behind my desk for the next two hours until tonight’s sleepover students get here and i’m sucked into that whole drama. Oh yeah. Drama.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/03/2988402/

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Blagh. Somehow i got sucked into filing. See, my job is to generally fill in as Admissions Counciler whenever the actual councilers need assistance, and so far i’ve really done everything other than accept/deny incoming students. But, today half of the filing wall was pulled down as we sent out acceptance/denial letters, and now they’ve all got to get filed back up. So, polite and accomadating person that i am, i offered to file.

When i was little i used to dump out my box of G.I. Joe filecards on the floor and realphabetize them just for fun. But, it isn’t the same when the files are big and heavy and have dozens of razor-like little papers inside of them (as opposed to the blunt-cut edges of the cardboard cards on my floor). And, to top it off, the filing staff doesn’t seem to like me that much – barely mustering up enough enough niceness for me one i was actually helping them out.

Blagh. Anyhow, i just exercised my power to make important decisions, and decided i’m way too busy to file. No more filing for me.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/03/2988192/

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I drink coffee now. How obscene is that? A year and a half working at the coffee shop and i barely even had one au lait every month, and now i have my requisite 20oz. by noon every day (which feels perfectly lovely on my eternally-empty morning stomach). Honestly, i think it’s because we have weak coffee, the kind that normal humans can actually ingest. I was a coffee snob for a while there, but there’s no use being a snob about something i can’t even choke down a sip of. It’s like those people who collect antique furniture and then have no were to sit.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/03/2985001/