Claws waving wildly, impotently, against flapping pages. Chalk dust permeates the scene. The scrape of metal against linoleum filling the air. A sea of gerund nouns pouring out onto the ground to let you know this is happening now.Fleeing to greener pastures: to the coffee shop for sustenance, and then to the computer lab to hide and eat. Here I run through the mental checklist of worst ideas and daydream about old video games-- "Pixels as big as a man's head, I tell ya!" (makes fisherman hands gesture)
I think we'll be fine here. The pixels have gotten alarmingly smaller, but it shouldn't effect you and me.
I'm still waiting to see if any pictures from Halloween surface. Thanks to some quick thinking from my crack team of specialists, the 5 minute 'Lobster Man' costume became the 10 minute 'Santa Claws' costume and the evening went according to plan.
Weekend Wrap-Up: (things I never, ever want to forget)
- Dirty Bastard Scotch Ale
- Chocolate Bark
- One needs no prior training to become the worst DJ of all time
- Chocolate Fontini
- Always shop around for your glue sticks; never settle
- I can fall asleep suddenly and irretrievably-- even with a spotlight on my face
- The video game Doom is possibly better than I could have ever remembered
- On that note, giant pixels will always be cool
- I love everybody
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