Quick Shots
In lieu of a well-constructed post, enjoy these morsels of my day, individual vignettes of a man in a cold place:
* I cannot stop drumming on my desk with these heavy plastic chopsticks I brought to work today. The rabid fans who must know every detail of my daily life will be pleased to know that I am playing the drum line from Cracker’s “Seven Days,” a song which has the finest-sounding snare drum I have ever heard. And I’ve heard a lot of snare drums, believe you me.
* I received an email from a company advertising a “breast enhancement” product called Bloussant. This may be the greatest product name I have ever seen.
* Oh, today’s post brought the most lovely thing I’ve received in a long time: a T-shirt from the online shoppery of Achewood, courtesy of Barbie. Achewood is the funniest comic strip that is not “Garfield,” although both involve cats. And alcohol.
* To counteract the effects of the snowy landscape I view through my office window, I created an alternate reality with a dry-erase marker:
Not only is it pretty to look at, but the fumes from the marker make me feel like I’ve had a few mai tai’s.
yay!!! amazingly enough, I can look out my window and see almost that in reality.
Though perhaps if you prayed more to your Buddy Jesus, things would get better..
I’m just saying.
The Buddy Christ is all about having a good time, not about redirecting tectonic forces to move this rock a thousand miles southwest.