Avant garde, no?

This morning, unannounced and entirely univited, a phrase popped into my head.

I can't quite remember what it was, but it was ever-so-contradictory. It was all about the massive strength of feeble old women. How they're much stronger than everyone else.

Perhaps it was inspired by that Goosebumps book, Be Careful What You Wish For in which the protagonist wishes to be the strongest player in the basketball team. The rest of the team subsequently become weaker - so weak that they MIGHT DIE!

I don't think so. It reminds me of a similar instance, not so long ago, when a pun pertaining to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre popped into my head while I was drying my hair. Again, I can't remember the exact pun. It was reasonably amusing. It made me laugh. Then I thought, "Hey, that doesn't make any sense." Then I thought about it some more, and it did.

I guess some days are just like that.

The Work Experience Kid has one more day to prove himself. He wrote a script today. Let me read you some of it. It's for these miniature motorcycle things:

"If you're looking for fun and excitement, these minibikes are for you. These brand new extreme machines are sure to bring you and your friends many years of joy and laughter..." and so on.

Joy and laughter?

Now, before you accuse me of being too harsh on the kid, let me remind you that this was written entirely seriously. See, I might have written "joy and laughter" but I would have done it knowing that it was going to be read in a real hardcore hard sell voice over and would be hilarious.


Anyway, that's that. Tomorrow I'm rid of him.

In other news, I forgot to go to work last Thursday. It just completely slipped my mind. Don't worry, though, I'll be going tomorrow.

I can't believe I forgot though. What was I doing instead?

And in further news: Check this out.

I don't have a lot of fetishes (fetishi?) - Sexy MOSSAD agents, pasta al dente, ropes (and lots of them)... but things like this make me feel like I should be adding voyeur to the list.

This is a link to one week (in 2002) in the life of a girl who works in a fish store, presumably in the US. It's not incredibly exciting stuff, but it's fucking fascinating.

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