But it really is a sore 'boo boo'. Stupid dishwashwer blocks the oven door because it resents my hatred at doing dishes by hand. My whitish skin only helps enhances the look of the damage.
I am going to have to wear Dr Doom armor around the house from now on because of all the damage I do to myself. It all started with the wearing of the slippers and it's downhill from there.
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.
5 comments:
Ouch!
That is an ouchie! Calendula oil or Polysporin!
Oy.., that's a beauty there..
Chicks dig that, almost as much as black-eyes from a 'Fight Club'.
I hate my dishwasher. When it arrived, the Industrial Revolution clearly swept in my house and provided me more free time..
I am going to have to wear Dr Doom armor around the house from now on because of all the damage I do to myself. It all started with the wearing of the slippers and it's downhill from there.
Ditto about the polysporin. I'm a klutz and a half myself.
By the way, happy Guy Fawkes Night!
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