It's been a stressful week. All sorts of things have seemed to fall, not just for me, but for just about everyone I know.
I went to the market to get a bunch of things for my mother. She had a list you see.
I was going through isle after isle, looking for this particular hand soap she wanted, and I came upon this kid's liquid soap pump. It was clear and it had this little plastic tiger that looked like it was holding onto the pump-stem. Just a little plastic tiger.
I saw this before somewhere. This or something very much like it, the little orange tiger.
I stood there looking at this plastic tiger...and I just started crying.
I have no idea where it was coming from, I have no idea why it hit me like it did...but I was just standing in the middle of the market, bawling like a baby and starting at this plastic tiger in a soap-pump.
An older couple was down the isle from me and looked concerned. I've been told I'm not the most "approachable" looking guy, so it probably took more than a little courage for the woman to put her hand on my shoulder and ask me if I was ok.
It sort of snapped me out of it. I thanked her, told her I was alright and that I was just having an off week. She smiled and told me, "you're allowed".
Word must have gotten around about the weird big guy who was crying in the soap isle, because the cashier stared at me oddly as he checked me out.
I went to the car and it was all over.
Still don't know where I recall that tiger from.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Rocket Crotch
I saw this picture the other day of this mech that's shooting his load out of his crotch. Something like a dozen or so missiles, all with anime contrails flying out all over the place.
The words "Rocket Crotch" got fixed in my head, burned in my brain...and I've been periodically going back to it ever since. It falls off the tongue so very easily and just makes me happy.
Rocket Crotch.
What a great fucking name for a band.
The words "Rocket Crotch" got fixed in my head, burned in my brain...and I've been periodically going back to it ever since. It falls off the tongue so very easily and just makes me happy.
Rocket Crotch.
What a great fucking name for a band.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Nothing to see here, move along you lot
Nope, don't have the time right now. Look for regular postings to resume next week...if I feel like it.
And for those of you who've been emailing me about posting...get a LIFE, will you?
And for those of you who've been emailing me about posting...get a LIFE, will you?
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