Quizzies

I missed my Friday quiz fest and all my saved quizzes are on The Pit computer. But I took a couple today just be annoying.

( q )

Now I get to go cut grass for the first time in a week and a half in 90 degree temps and high humidity, whilst having my Moon. Hopefully, I will die out there and then someone else can worry about the grass...and work...and life...and shit.

Meh.

The Grass Is Mown

It took me from 2 PM to 4 PM, but I did it. I cut it all, including Uncle Michael's field. I had to take a few breaks to replenish liquid, and I found myself quoting the Roaming Gnome on several occasions ("Am I going to die?"), but I completed my task. My left knee aches like a sonnamabitch and I have a heat headache. And now for the highlight of this post. Here's what I looked like after I'd finished mowing the grass.

( life essence gone )

Of course, I've had a shower now, so my hair is not as mussed. Otherwise, not much has changed.

8 Years Old

I found a poem. I believe that falkenna will understand it more than anyone else besides myself. Well...perhaps Me'Shel'le and sri3m...but particularly falkenna

( A Perfect Beast )

Vic Stinson

In 1989 a young man came to work for BMG as a temp. He was assigned to me in the video department for training in pulling orders for the BMG Video Club. His name was Vic Stinson and I wholeheartedly believe that he was a reincarnated hippie from the late 60s, or early 70s. He was a flautist and knew everything about Jethro Tull as well as the music of those days gone by. And Vic was the coolest, most laid back dude I've ever met. We hit it off on a past-life level. We grokked each other.

I did very little training that day. We hid in the palletiers and essentially "caught up" on things. The day flew by and I was hoping Vic would show up the next day, although he said the whole warehouse thing just wasn't his gig and he didn't think he'd come back. At the end of the day, Vic gave me his phone number and I gave him mine, but we never contacted each other again. He didn't show up the next day, but it was like we spent a lifetime in that brief 8-hour work day.

I'm horrible with names. Great with faces, but names? pfffff.....forget about it...literally. But I remember Vic Stinson. I hope he's doing what he wanted: playing the flute in a rock-n-roll band and living the life of a flower child.

Kitten Contortionist

Honestly, this is how she sleeps most of the time. I'm gonna have to take her to a chiropractor.

( Shmoop )

Surprise Visit

green_goblin70 popped in to bring me a Darth Maul comic book. In thanks, I bestowed upon him a hefty baggie of Reeses Pieces. This is what happens when Sith and Jedi get along. Pay attention.

( The Goblin )

In other news, I'm looking for the rhino's butthole to crawl out of because it's WARM!!!!!! The only explanation is that I'm inside a fucking mechanical rhino.