Employee goes on week-plus overseas vacation. Leaves car in lot and keys in closet “in case anything happens.” We joke around for a week about what kinds of pranks to pull on him before his return. At the last minute, the decision is made to park his car weird and block it in. It was about as funny as foil, styrofoam peanuts or post-its.
Yesterday I managed to get a few photos of Sabina departing for the women’s Typhoon races. When she came in from the races and asked for a photo to send to her friends, I pulled up the Gallery app and all I saw were blank photos. I scrolled and scrolled, and that’s all I saw. I thought, oh no, what’s wrong with my phone? Are the files corrupt? Eventually I scrolled enough to find the photos, and realized what happened. I must have left the camera app open when I pocketed the phone after taking those photos.
I ended up deleting 90 photos of the inside of my pocket. But not before Google, in its infinite wisdom and generosity of spirit, backed up the photos and created a “Google Auto-Awesome” animated GIF of them.
Between 930AM and 12:30PM today, all of the maple trees near my job completely divested themselves of all of their little whirlybird seeds. It was quite a sight.
A beautifully nasty ballad about the famed Scottish cannibal family of Sawney Bean. As with most events of folklore in the distant past, nobody knows if it ever really happened. But it’s a ghastly story even if it didn’t.
Dresden Dolls First Orgasm: http://youtu.be/-Su7VOpsl4E
Am I stuck in a loop? I just read three or four different books about the nature of time, and about humans perceiving it in a linear fashion when it’s really not linear at all. I thought I was choosing these books randomly, but perhaps the books are choosing me now. Tarot reference on page one, to boot.
Tomorrow is World Naked Gardening Day. Unfortunately, I will be nowhere near a garden, and there maybe local statutes against naked gardening in the gardens of strangers.
Immediately after watching Going Clear, I drew a hot bath and cracked open Sean Brijbasi’s amazing act of wordamithing, The Unknowed Things, to the page at which I had last abandoned it. I immediately came across a passage containing the declaration, “The War Is Over!” Frightening callback (in my mind) to the powerful Nazi-esque scene in the film at which Miscavige presides over the victory celebration after the IRS caves on their tax-exempt status. Those exact words are projected in larger-than-life characters on a larger-than-life screen as pyrotechnics are detonated and fists are pumped.
The cat stares at me as I towel off, planting thoughts with her piercing feline eyes. For example, what if the reason she was crying for food tonight after a day of being well-fed was that she smelled my shrimp salad dinner and was wondering why she hasn’t been served her cut?