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I'm a bit jealous of others' internet pants. Also, I'm going to start referring to any clothing I purchase online as "internet clothing."
Good morning! The blurriness is starting to fade, I think, so that leaves me hopeful that I can return to work tomorrow.
My mommy picked me up and fixed me breakfast. She's the best.
Greetings cantinas
Today is a bank holiday in the UK, for May Day which was last week but hey, let's not let trifles such as using the proper date get in the way of a holiday, so I'm expecting traditional weather of rain any time soon. Everyone else seems to have declared it national mow your lawn day. I heard nothing but mowers and strimmers all morning.
On the subject of birds. Saturday we were walking past a hedge when I spotted a bird kind of hanging on the side like it was getting in. My first thought was 'sparrow', except then it turned to face us and I realised it was a sparrowhawk, after a few seconds it flew off with a sparrow in it's talons, to a garden across the road. Who needs tv with real-life drama?
Good morning! The blurriness is starting to fade, I think, so that leaves me hopeful that I can return to work tomorrow.
My mommy picked me up and fixed me breakfast. She's the best.
I one had a small raptor use my mare and I as cover to come in low, then sweep up and snatch at some birds by a tree. If he didnt catch one he was damn close. Smart bird.
I don't know how much weight it has, but a few years ago I heard a clown phobia explanation which - at the time - made some degree of sense for me. Back in the thirties and forties, when big tents were coated in paraffin (or whatever highly flammable materials they had to hand... because - actually for waterproofing, but malicious, cackling clowns slopping paraffin around is so much more amusing) there was a real danger of death by being burned alive or being trampled to death, or even crushed by the falling big top.
The any-moment-we-might-die feeling traveling circuses inspired in people, coupled with the rise of the character The Joker (1940, which ties into several horrendous fires) mingled in the public's mind to create the notion that clown were terrifying. By the time IT came along, the phenomenon, and the language of horror surrounding the childrens' entertainers had been concreted. John Wayne Gacy was somehow tapping into this when he chose to become a clown, and the whole thing became an unbreakable cycle.
Between the Hartford circus fire and pop culture images of homicidal clowns, it is no wonder that the last century has seen such a drop in people dressing in bright colors and laughing madly for entertainment purposes.
Good morning! The blurriness is starting to fade, I think, so that leaves me hopeful that I can return to work tomorrow.
My mommy picked me up and fixed me breakfast. She's the best.
Morning, all.
I seem to have posted an interview with our very own Tifferbugz on teh blog.
That may be the entirety of my productivity for the day.
Good Morning Friends!
I landed on Free Parking at work.
Hi everyone.
I landed on Free Parking at work.
Or rather, I was one of the 24 people to get one of the free parking spots that came with our office space for a full year.
Since I lease a spot at a lot near by and can now cancel that, it's gonna save me about a grand.
So i laid down for a nap a couple hours ago (Ive had food poisoning, don't judge me!), and i had the most bizarre dream.
Anybody ever heard of a book about a man who's trying to get back to his wife and children after a worldwide disaster (unspecified), and ends up in a shelter with a rather batty woman, a pair of gay men, and two children? they take him in, they have various interactions and much plot happens, but he never actually leaves at the end, deciding to stay where he's at instead of going on any further? The themes are basically 'found family'?