great reluctance…

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Toon: Charles Schultz

Doing: Making a date with new backpack for a long holiday weekend.  My Zen is flagging, more mimosas are needed.

What about you?  Experience is waiting.  Go, have some fun!  Just don’t forget the journal, and a pen.

about ducks…

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Toon: James R.  The OddIsOut.Tumbler.com

Inky: <—whacked humor, remember?  I liked it!

word of the day…

maxine

Maxine Creator: John Wagner

national geographic moment…

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Hold on. So in my mind, this jacked-up, sideways ridiculousness is the normal state?

Quote: Tite Kubo, Bleach
Meme: memeful.com

Inky:  I’ve set the laptop at auto post, so I’m not quite sure what you’re gonna be seeing for the post tonight.   After all it’s Friday, and I’m out.

Define ‘out’? – as in like a light drowned in 12 year old Glenlivet.   O.U.T.

Don’t ask, I won’t know what I did to get there when I wake in the morning.  I’m a firm believer in what happens with Glenlivet, stays with the ‘Livet.

something, something mayonnaise…

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“What’s a Dullahan?’
‘He’s a headless horseman, in the service of the banshee.’
‘Headless?’
‘Yes.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Yes.’
‘So he has no head?’
‘That’s usually what headless means.’
‘No head at all?’
‘You’re really getting hung up on this headless thing, aren’t you?’
‘It’s just kind of silly, even for us.’
‘Yet you spend your days with a living skeleton.’
‘But at least he has a head.’
‘True.’
‘He even has a spare.”

Conversation: Mortal Coil, Derek Landy
Drawing: Jolly Rotten @ Deviant Art

Doing?  waiting on a candle lit front porch for all those little vampires, witches, princesses, hulks, spidermans, batmans, soldiers and bumblebees who wanna get the Snickers, Kit Kats, Milky Ways, and Rollos –  I have in a huge carved Jack-o-lantern sitting beside me…..

sure you did…

cracked

“It’s sarcasm, Josh.”

“Sarcasm?”

“It’s from the Greek, sarkasmos. To bite the lips. It means that you aren’t really saying what you mean, but people will get your point. I invented it, Bartholomew named it.”

“Well, if the village idiot named it, I’m sure it’s a good thing.”

“There you go, you got it.”

“Got what?”

“Sarcasm.”

“No, I meant it.”

“Sure you did.”

“Is that sarcasm?”

“Irony, I think.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea.”

“So you’re being ironic now, right?”

“No, I really don’t know.”

“Maybe you should ask the idiot.”

“Now you’ve got it.”

“What?”

“Sarcasm.”

Conversation: Christopher Moore, The Gospel According to Biff
Image: Cracked.com

not flying….

summers
Image: As noted: O. Summers.

Doing?  Man I had to work this weekend-the day job-because of that dern raging testosterone driven hurricane.   I’m beat…. so I’m doin’ bed as soon as I press ‘post’. Sweet dreams….

“When did you get so smart?”

Laurie Taylor

He tapped his forehead. “Brain transplant. They put in a whale’s. I’m passing all my classes with my eyes closed now, but I just can’t get over this craving for krill.” He shrugged. “And I feel sorry for the whale that got my brain. Probably swimming around Florida now trying to catch glimpses of girls in bikinis.”

 

Source: Maggie Stiefvater, Lament: The Faerie Queen’s Deception (Books of Faerie, #1)

Image: Laurie Taylor

 

For those that haven’t already guessed, I’m whacked.

It’s a well known fact among family and friends, I can’t deny it.   Proof lies below to those who may doubt it, a little something I’m re-posting before I tear down the computer to move….

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Forty five-minute commutes are dangerous.  Why?  The mind has the free reign to truly mess with you, like mine did this morning. This was the morning’s dialogue…

<hiking through jungle on hot humid day>

His Heart: <gasp> <gasp> Okay, <gasp> hold on buddy! <blood flow suddenly becomes constricted and Heart Owner has to sit>

His Heart: <trying to get its rate under control> just what are you at, again?!

Heart Owner: <hand on chest muttering rather distractedly>you know, same o.

His Heart: you’ve been listening to that brain of yours again, right?

Heart Owner: well yeah…

His Heart: Man of all the places to get advice!

Heart Owner: well it is ..<sarcastic smile>.. my brain.

His Heart: .. and absolutely incapable of handling my area of expertise. I get all the times before when we came here or the temple, I do. But this is her, H.E.R!

Heart Owner: <rather sadly as his head drops and arms come to rest on his knees> Yea.. so…

His Heart: so? So?! SO! This is so freaking ridiculous.. <picks itself up and begins the long climb upstairs muttering fiercely beneath he’s breath>

<the silence echos of dull footsteps up a long staircase, thud, thud… till finally the chilled luxurious living room of The Brain>

His Heart: Man! turn on the heat!!! <shivers>

His Brain: Why Heart.. how are you doing ole man!

His Heart: <shivers moving away> why the heck are we out in this jungle, again?

His Brain: Gotta get rid of the feelings, you know. < Brain wanders away to the bar and pours himself a brandy>

His Heart: for all the idiots… patience and calmly states> but, this time it’s …. her.

His Brain: <hand stills above the brandy glass>

His Heart: <seizes the opportunity> … sweet, pretty, lovable..

His Brain: <picks up the glass as Heart continues>.. lips that beg to be kissed, killer body, confidence out of the yin yang, and those legs!

His Brain: <stops mid-sip and looks at Heart> the one that sets your rhythm out of whack and the blood flow *ahem* south?

His Heart: <nods> The same one who sends all that Serotonin for you to party with!

His Brain: <sets the glass down with a thunk and starts shoving his friend> Heck Heart!Let’s get out of this damn jungle…

His Heart: <exasperated> You’re the one that operates the legs!

His Brain: Right..

His Heart: Doh!

“The brain is the most outstanding organ. It works 24 hours a day, 365 days a year from birth, that is till you fall in love.”

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See I told you, whacked.

no matter…

asweetinnocenceartist

The Encyclopedia Galactica defines a robot as a mechanical apparatus designed to do the work of a man.

The marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation defines a robot as “Your Plastic Pal Who’s Fun to Be With”.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy defines the marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetic Corporation as “a bunch of mindless jerks who’ll be the first against the wall when the revolution comes”

Source: Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Art: Chris Appelhaus

Bigwell Robots:  It doesn’t matter if you have new parts, old parts or spare parts. You can shine no matter what your made of.