I jumped when the Triceratops crashed through the tent, which caused Arwen to bite my foot, which made me jump more, and now I'm cleaning up the glass of water she knocked over while running away.
Like, it squeaks when you pick it up, squeaks when you throw it, squeaks when it bounces, fucker squeaks when you even look at it funny
It doesn't bother me, because Arwen LOVES it. She's happy, I'm happy. I hear her playing with it at night; makes me smile
But...
Cont'd...
Arwen took it last night, and scampered off with it like a proud little huntress I went to bed, and just as soon as I was about to hit the lights, I hear the fucker short circuit
Let's talk about embarrassing my annoying coworker
Thanks to the combined efforts of my heroes, @vipbanaangel and @EinganaDragon, a can of surströmming is on its way (which is salt-fermented Baltic herring, and one of the nastiest things on the planet)
But here's the thing...
My coworker (henceforth known as D) is one of those tinfoil-hat wearing nut-jobs that think as soon as his face is on the internet, his identity will be stolen and the government will find him, and his life will be over
That being said, he's agreed to buckle on one account...
"I'd only be filmed if it's for a good cause"
I'm gonna get that in writing
Meanwhile, we're going to be advocating for donation "pledges" for the Oregon Foster Parent Association
Have you ever had that weird moment of realization that people see you?
Like, okay, hold on
You spend your entire life looking through your own eyes and moving your own limbs. You never see your facial reactions. You don't see how you walk, you just feel it.
And then you walk in front of a mirror and think, "fuck, this is what people are looking at?"
So you make a couple of the same gestures and faces in the mirror that you did with other people to see if they look weird
BUT THAT MAKES IT WEIRDER
And then you go back out and start trying to act natural like you didn't just have this exestential crisis of self and identity and are trying to play it cool
Meanwhile you're freaking out wondering if people feel the same way about their own emotive physicality
Have I ever told you guys about my certifiably insane coworker?
We all know that there's two ways to re-holster toilet paper, right? Over-flap and under-flap. What you think I'm about to say is that he prefers under-flap, like a monster.
Nah son. This fucking psycho leaves the roll on the FLOOR in front of the toilet in the public bathroom.
This absolute mad-man tries to invent the latin words for shit. Like, someone talks about a bug, and he'll say something like "oh yeah that's the *oricical* bug from the *orichi* phylum"