Or, of course, vegetables will do in a pinch:
You know, from reading this blog you'd never know that I'm almost 30 and in charge of raising over $500,000 in government and private foundation grants a year. Ah well. C'est la vie, c'est la morte.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Animating the Inanimate
I have a bit of a problem. No, not the caffeine problem. Or the being attracted to shiny objects problem. Or the... ok, I'm going to stop playing this game before I admit to the... nevermind. But back to the matter at hand. My problem this time is that I for some reason feel the need to anthropomorphize everything. And I mean everything. Case in point. Sitting around an apartment with nothing to do? Nonsense! There's entertainment around every corner. Where there's a tool, there's a way:
Or, of course, vegetables will do in a pinch:
You know, from reading this blog you'd never know that I'm almost 30 and in charge of raising over $500,000 in government and private foundation grants a year. Ah well. C'est la vie, c'est la morte.
Or, of course, vegetables will do in a pinch:
You know, from reading this blog you'd never know that I'm almost 30 and in charge of raising over $500,000 in government and private foundation grants a year. Ah well. C'est la vie, c'est la morte.
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Lacking lungs, is it okay for vegetables to smoke?
Not if they're my damn cigarettes.
Ah, feigned indignation, thy name is Joshua. Need I remind you that the whole start of the squash affair was you walking into the kitchen and saying "I really want to see what the squash would look like smoking" and I said "we can make that happen"?
Next time we'll use Selene's cigarettes.
Nothing wrong with a little hobby as long as it doesn't get out of hand.
Recall a certain Dr. F., who started pasting fake eyes on vegetables "just for laughs" and before you knew it was reanimating dead flesh in his basement. None of us want to see headlines about a Killer Squash terrorizing Monkton. (They always turn on their makers too).
You know, I have always wanted to be known as the Puppet Master...
OK, here's the deal. As a regular L.E.H.L.I.T.T.L.E cerebral drool follower, I have noticed a lack of attention to this blog from the gentle author. I hereby - ahem - respectfully request - some "love." That is to say, I have used the blog as a replacement for calling Ms. Drool, and I'm going to have to begin the call-while-driving-to-some-yard-sale thing again. This is not a test.
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