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18:20 Jan 31 2010
Times Read: 647

Sometimes boredom is your best ally. It brought me this little jewel:



A thrift store gets rather boring after 7 o'clock or so and so in an attempt to keep myself entertained while also continuing to work I starting playing the age old classic The Floor is Lava using a Z-rack (a mobile clothing rack about four feet long by 5 feet high, named for the wheel mount which looks like a Z.) to cart myself along as I conditioned the women's green-black, solid sweater rack. About a third of the way through a former High School friend noticed me and asked me what I was doing.

"Working," I replied in an absent-minded voice, immediately after cursing when I dropped a sweater lamenting that "well, it's lost to the flames now, God rest ye soul brave sailor" (a lava fairing pirate? Oh yes.)

He continued looking at me in confused amusement and I decided to let him in on the precious information I had discovered, "The floor is lava! Hurry, hop on my vessel lest ye limbs be fried asunder!"

He did, rather indelicately and almost had me bashing my skull on the sweater rack's sturdy, steel support, but I righted our makeshift "boat" and we ended up having a pleasant conversation about how our lives have been going the last year and a half since high school ended. Until, that is, I made the retort of "Not the Mama!" and pretended to bash him in the head with an imaginary skillet. He was entertained but puzzled. In a shocked, betrayed and then disgusted voice I told him, "You don't know " 'Not the Mama![?!]' No-no we can't be mateys. Get off me boat."

-"Are you serious?"

"Yarg."

-"But my limbs!"

"Aye, to the flames with ye!"

-"But, but... But I know the theme song to the Banana Splits, would that make things right?"

"... ... Yarg"

He sang and danced (as best you can standing on a mobile 2" beam) and made a general ass out of himself.

And all was well.

Vagabond
16:47 Jan 15 2010
Times Read: 660


Right now I'm sipping coffee and trying to keep my sopping hair from getting my cookies wet. I feel like completely redoing my profile. All new passages and layout, replace all my old pictures with new ones, maybe a fancy navigation box and a personalized art piece background, some original artwork and writings, who knows!

*blink*



*blink*



...Or maybe I'll just skip on over to my little hipster coffee house and sip more coffee and try to keep the over bearing hipster ego from dripping on my cookies and getting them soggy with angst. Yep, that sounds like hours of entertainment for the tidy sum of $3.48.

03:01 Jan 09 2010
Times Read: 671

"Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad."-Fyodor Dostoevsky

So, my creepy action/thought/comment of the day was disrupted when MrD shifted in his sleep and spoiled my figure study. (I may post what I accomplished, the angle of our window made for an interesting play on light and shadow and distorted some of his finer facial features) Now I'm left feeling aimless and anxious, on the precipice of what, I haven't the foggiest. I think I'll start a short essay I've been contemplating since I was 5 or be a real creeper (it's okay if you're engaged, then they just call it devotion or reciprocation of affection) and use the figure study as reference for a whole comic strip of vampiric adventures starring my lovely.



...yep, that's the one.

I'll post what I accomplish.