I was looking on Google for animal photos… for reasons that will soon become apparent… and I found this. I want one. It would be even better if it could fly…and breath oxygen… so he could ride around on my shoulder… but I would put a handle on a fish tank so I could carry this around.
We are starting the home renovations after the weekend… hey… don’t judge us… nobody cleans under their couch… or behind it…
I didn’t open the drapes or use a flash or turn on a light… because even our dog is out of the house now, and the house seems dark… and lonely…
Yeah, that was the room my older daughter grew up in… aka: my music studio!!!
Also, you should go vacuum under your bed… right now…
Well, it’s official… we are living in my mother-in-law’s condo for at least the next month… my wife, 17-year-old daughter, and I… while we have renovations done on our house. All our stuff is in boxes, either in a storage unit or our garage and our temporary dwelling. I will try to remember to take some pictures of our empty house when we go to get the last few things… and maybe some as the work progresses.
And I donated my roll top desk to charity. I love that crazy old desk. But we have new laptops now, and my music room… also known as the room our older daughter used to live in… is being changed to some kind of office.
It better have as many cubbyholes, drawers and shelves as my awesome desk did…
Oh yeah… bad American political pun tied in with a no longer popular pop tune… that has to be worth some bonus points…
How does someone end up so full of hate and self righteousness, while still always being able to carry on with that annoying air of supreme certainty that allows no self-doubt to creep in? I guess there are lots of people like that… but most of them used to be decent enough not to spout their vileness on every public forum they could weasel their way on to. They used to just think it inside their pointy little heads.
Whenever I see her on TV, for some reason, I find myself wondering the same thing that I wonder when I see those women weight lifters and bodybuilders with the huge muscles… I wonder: what happened in your life that made this seem like a better alternative, and how empty must your life have been that you now spend all your time fixated on a compulsion to make yourself into what you have become?
First of all, I want to say that I had so many ideas for a title for this post bouncing through my crack squirrel-infested cranium that the squirrels went nuts, gave up, and let me proceed on my own… Feel free to chime in with any of your ideas for a good title.
Secondly, there is an added layer of ironic humor attached to this post, due to the fact that there is an alien character in my action/humor science fiction novel series who has his junk… and I mean a lot of junk… growing out of the top of his head… just sayin’…
So, you might recall that I recently enjoyed the privilege of having my first kidney stone… and was on good pain medication for a week or so. This morning, I had a follow up appointment with a urology doctor. I went in to the office, sat in a chair, answered the nurses questions, and then waited for the doctor to arrive. I recalled seeing a poster on the wall above the chair, but I hadn’t really looked at it. So… I turned in my chair and looked up…
And here is what I saw…
So, it wasn’t just a cut-away view of a penis… it was a diseased penis… with detailed and well-painted scenes of everything that can go wrong with the human urinary tract. Oh yeah!
So there I sat, with a disease-infested penis poking me… figuratively speaking… on the top of my noggin. Needless to say, I thought this was the funniest thing ever. Not only did I grab my phone to take some pictures, but when the doctor came in, I told her that if she had had the poster placed there on purpose, her sense of humor left me in awe.
I am not sure if she was as amused as I was…
But she finished up my visit with a free… and unexpected… prostate exam… so I guess she had the last laugh… maybe…
And I’m fine back there, or down there, just so you know.
I still haven’t solved the flickering problem in my suit, but… wait… why do I need camouflage at all in this instance? I fit in perfectly here… except for the fact that these people are bent on stopping anyone from taking over the world… that might pose a problem…
All the technical difficulties have been overcome, and I can now begin my plan to… wait… it is working, isn’t it? Can somebody tell me if I fixed the bugs? I forgot to bring a mirror with me once again!
Curses!
There… I believe I have fixed that gosh-darned flickering glitch… wait… dagnabbit!!!
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