Back in the day (mid renaissance, thereabouts) Those poofy pantaloons were badass attire. Grown men would wet themselves and weep like children when they saw those bad boys coming after them.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
4 comments:
I'm sorry, but you cannot look threatening while wearing poofy red-and-white pantaloons. You simply cannot.
But killers that wear poofy pantaloons need the MOST love.
Back in the day (mid renaissance, thereabouts) Those poofy pantaloons were badass attire. Grown men would wet themselves and weep like children when they saw those bad boys coming after them.
Things have changed, and not for the better.
I miss all the room in the crotch that the pantaloons gave me. And you could carry two huge sammiches in your front pockets and no one would know.
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