Wow. Dang. Yeah. Another long day at the office. These 12 hour days are so 12 hour. It’s kinda like taking a road trip every day but without the scenery and bag of FunYuns. Although I could watch DVDs on the iBook and eat a whole bag of FunYuns every single day but that might just be too confusing given the fact that as 6pm rolled around I’d still be only a half block from home. Instead I spend the day writing, emailing and talking on the phone. Sometimes I’ll toss in something weird like jumping on the couch or seeing how long I can hold my breath - - you know - - to break up the day. But in the end, it’s still 12 hours and 12 hours of anything gets kinda boring after a while.
Enter Illustration Friday! My latest attempt at spicing up the long long days. I’m working on my rooster themed artistic escape for my Friday post. I won’t say much, but I will say this: it involves origami paper and glue and, well, a rooster. Cock-a-doodle-doo!
How long I jumped on the couch: the whole time I talked to P.
How long I held my breath: 58 seconds.
I was asked by my would-be boss to answer, essay style, 10 questions about the would-be job. I half expected there to be a wee college blue book in tow but there was not! I pounded out as smart of answers as I could muster and sent them along. We have the much anticipated part 3 of 4 this afternoon. In my true cart/horse style I have an application for a way cool Seattle (C@L!) apartment in my e-mail inbox. It’s on Capitol Hill. It’s pale blue and butter colored. Lots of windows! Claw foot tub. French doors. You can walk to lots of neat things! The absolute best part though – cats are a-ok!
I got a present! Janey drew me a picture! Look here!
What I think of presents: they ROCK!
I had a funny little conversation with P the other day about Nessie (The Loch Ness Monster! Our peaceful underwater ally!) and what would be in her pouch if she were a marsupial. I said grilled cheese. He said Ron Popeil’s Pocket Fisherman and pointed out how damp the grilled cheese would be. Good point, I thought! So that lead to Zip-Loc bags and picnic blankets and generators and extension chords and diving bells. In the end, he solved all my soggy concerns with the idea of a magic air bubble that would surround her at lunch time and keep the grilled cheese toasty and dry. Genius! Now on to the problem of Nessie not really having arms. No arms! No pouch to mouth delivery! No good!
Where else you might stumble across the phrase “pouch to mouth”: kangaroo porn.
On that note…
1 comment:
If Nessie were a marsupial, I think she'd keep Scotchgard in her pouch. To keep her invisible from all the Nessie seekers going to Scotland. Or to just keep herself dry.
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