Can Has Sweet Potato?
Why Being Into Cats is Essentially The Same as Being Into Psychotic Tweakers
Dogs in Elk
Squirrels in Beet Pulp
Lost: big box of crickets on the subway
Neighborhood Hazard (or: Why the Cops Won't Patrol Brice Street)
The Brown Plastic Packaging Tape Monster Story
One hundred surreal things that have happened to cadhla
Cat pee on Bang.
Things Mr. Welch May Not Do During an RPG
The parking lot seems to be on fire.
I have no idea where I left my three-hole-punch. I also need to keep drawing assorted little cartoons, because I win at that, in general. But I have a plastic file crate full of empty binders, and this is a Good Thing. I've been filing away assorted things that need archiving, and consolidating things. One of these days, all my written diaries will be backed up in electronic form.
Things I have gotten away with at work now include:
- Pelt supervisor with Atomic Fireballs during team meeting.
- Hold up "Applause" and "Boo" signs during team meeting.
I make playlists in my head. I know I had one called "Bad Love", but it's disappeared somewhere.
"Borderline", Madonna.
"Two Out of Three Ain't Bad"
"I Will Survive" (and maybe "Believe", that might be better)
Perhaps "Walls" and/or "The Distance", and/or "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps".
"Everybody Knows", maybe "Hallelujah", but it's not that kind of playlist, I don't think.
UV-reactive cats!
