Half of what I say is meaningless

Fri, 13 May 2011 23:38:53 GMT

The scene:

farwing sees and hears three children on scooters coming fast around the corner, followed by two dads on foot, and becomes friendly with a stone wall to avoid collision:

A father: "Look out, there's a person!"

(The children steer around farwing and zoom past.)

AF: "And don't run over anyone else!"

AF, to farwing: "Have you ever been run over by a scooter? A whole pack of them?"

farwing: "No! It would have been an experience. Something to tell my grandchildren!"

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Wed, 10 Jun 2009 12:41:42 GMT

Once upon a time ursa_cerulean was really hungry. She had finished her lemon-sorbet-with-hot-fudge-sauce and was looking into her empty paper ice cream bowl with great sadness.

alizarin_hedgehog: "You could eat the bowl."
ursa_cerulean: "No thanks."
farwing: "Wouldn't it be great if they made edible ice cream bowls?"
ursa_cerulean: "That's what ice cream cones are."
farwing: "Oh...hey!"
alizarin_hedgehog: "Did that conversation really just happen?"
farwing: "Yes. Because I'm moron. A funny moron, but a moron."

I think I should invest in some sleep. My sleep bank is down to the last zzzzzzz. I'm so tired I nearly forgot to drink my coffee. I had the opportunity to go to sleep early last night and I did not take it. I should go do work now.

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Tue, 28 Apr 2009 01:34:30 GMT

Therapy is awesome, you guys. Um. I got to scream and yell and then my therapist told me something really obvious and helpful and now I'm going to work on not having such amazingly bad-for-my-brain negative thought patterns. Wish me luck!

Yargh.

In other news this will still be debilitatingly funny, even if we all die from swine flu.

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Fri, 24 Apr 2009 12:28:54 GMT

The scene: twitch124 and farwing are on Boylston Street, having just left Bukowski Tavern. A ridiculous and noisy silver sports car speeds past.

farwing: "Oh my god, what's wrong with your penis?!?"
twitch124: "Hopefully not the same thing that's wrong with his muffler."

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Wed, 22 Apr 2009 21:08:27 GMT

farwing, answering the phone with skill and grace: "Ow. I just smashed my finger. Good afternoon [company name]!"

*sigh* It's not even that I'm having a bad day you guys. Plus, I'm laughing at myself pretty hard, here. Because I am Highly Skilled in the Klutzy Arts. Ooooh! I know! If I were a professor at Hogwarts I would totally teach a class called "Defense Against the Klutz Arts". Or possibly I would just want to take that class. Either way, it would be awesome.

What silly-ass class would you all teach at Hogwarts?

And now it is time to go hooooooome!!!!!!!!

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