Somehow the thought of making pudding in a bathtub elicited more gross out responses than using breast milk to make food items.
Figure that one out.
Category Archive: randomness
Archer’s bow
Just a thought:
What the hell am I supposed to do with an archer’s bow in my condo?
I do not agree to these terms
Oh, hell no. If I’m getting involved, I’m not going to get dragged into anything I wouldn’t be proud of. I will make sure at least terms are dictated by me. ARGH.
Part of the wreck
Aaaaaaargh!
What the hell am I going to do? People say that event X is great and amazing and probably the next logical step, and yet when I go to observe all I see is a train wreck. It’s a train wreck that people enjoyed though. I wonder if it’s the same every week? I signed up to be part next week, but man…I wonder how I’m going to do.
Eugh. This is making me feel gross.
Donut holes
A small act made my morning. About 16K into a 23K run I stopped by a Tim Hortons to buy a small snack. I only intended to buy two Timbits, but in the end I got greedy and ordered three. It’s such a small order, but it’s ideal for a run like what we were doing. I got a small bag and was surprised to find that the server give me an extra. Yeah, I ended up eating twice the amount that I was originally intending, but it didn’t matter.
I love this place.
On notice
So…there are moments when I a bring down the wall and take off the mask. Not everyone will like what they see. In fact, some people will be downright hostile, or have some form of devastating passive-aggressiveness. Maybe the old me would have freaked out, but at the moment I no longer have the patience or energy to deal with that kind of thing.
You’re on notice!
A requested rhythm correction
Somewhere along the way this week, it seems like I’ve fallen behind in terms of my rest schedule. Perhaps this is going to make me seem neurotic, but I’ve been blogging at 5 in the morning because I’ve been far too zonked out to cram stuff in at 11:45 at night. God, it’s not even like I’ve been staying out late every night. I’ve been doing my activities in their regular slots but my body just seems to be running a few hours ahead…or is it behind? If I were to head to Hawaii, would my Circadian rhythms be correct? As I see it, there’s only one solution: y’all need to send me to Honolulu. I need to correct my system! By next week I would like to wake up without feeling like a damn zombie. The only solution is to banish me 5 time zones west for, I’d say, a week. You can send funding directly to me. Help a guy out!
(The alternative, I guess, is just to catch up on sleep properly this weekend, but where’s the fun in that?)
A bit over the line
So.
No, killing puppies is wrong. Though, if you make the decision to go that route, one way out is to carry it so far into ridiculousness that it become satire. You also have to make sure the audience knows that you’re in on the joke. That’s why I don’t approve of killing puppies; instead you should take the puppies and use them to clobber the seal pups. Makes perfect sense! *wink wink*
(Wow. So wrong.)
(Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep.)
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