Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Ok, I woke up at 12, got up at 12:30. had coffee, scanned email, and voicemail, and Facebook comments. Googled fat red centipeed, was horrified because one was in my laundry room. Tried to get cat to rescue me from aforementioned centipeed. Cat disinterested. 3:00, living in fear because there is a giant red centipeed waiting to murder me and devour my poor, still twitching body. Productivity does not appear to be on the list of possibilities for today. Scheduling conflict I suppose.
Saturday, November 30, 2019
I have been given the honor of caring for Kinley's hamster, Kiki. She I's a tiny little Russian dwarf. No bigger than a small mouse.She fits comfortably in the palm of my hand. She is in the habit of running in her little tread wheel at night. All night. I can't for the life of me figure out how, but her tiny little self in her little wheel manages to make as much noise as an entire steel mill. So far, I have been blessed with 6 cats, a Guinea pig a dog and God knows how many hamsters. At least 6 that I can remember but I know there were others. I'm not exaggerating when I say I live in a zoo. But it seems appropriate somehow. I have conversed at length with all of them, Camo and the late Kermit more than the others because they were delighted to screw with me on every occasion. Hamsters don't talk as much as other critters but when they do it's very deep and philosophical. Deep thinkers and poets are the hamsters. They are cool like that but some of their ideas are over my head. I can't let on that I don't really get it, because I don't want to appear to be dumber than small rodents.. My life is all a lie.
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Movie night. The movie is "Space Babes From Outer Space". That's right, redundancy in the title. Indicative of the greatness to come. SO There was a space ship with 3 pretty ladies. They had tiny outfits. They also had bouncy bits. There were gratuitous amounts of bouncing. These space ladies had to crash land on Earth, because - reasons. They hit a barn. There were chickens. There were donkeys. There was a farmer. Didn't see no cows but I can't ⁷guarantee they weren't there. They wound up at a naughty club. The nice man at the naughty place was kind enough to let them bounce. Generous men at the naughty club kindly gave them some money. Did my heart good to see such selflessness. The generous men seemed thappy to help the bouncy ladies. They put their donations into the ladies' pants. I suppose it was because the ladies did not have pockets. Anyway, some gross space bad guys showed up and tried to get the ladies. I don't think the space ladies wanted to go. They bounced vigorously and the ugly space guys didn't get them. Yay! The farmer whose barn got squished by the space ship showed up to see that the bouncing ladies were OK. He saw yhe ladies bouncing and it made him happy. I think he was overacting a bit. Way too excited just to see some ladies bouncing. Two of the bouncing space ladies wanted to go for another space ride. The third one wanted to stay on Earth with the farmer, who was happy about it. So happy that he decided to go riding on the space ship too. Everybody seemed to be happy. I think I wouldn't hate going for a spaceship ride with bouncy space ladies too.I wonder if they would let me steer the ship. That would be awesome. The end.
Saturday, August 17, 2019
Watching Disney Channel all the time it has turned out to be a very positive experience for me. I've learned so much about myself. A few months ago, I learned that my eyebrows were indeed "on fleek" . More recently I learned that I am "totes adorbs" and "sups cute". Hey I don't make the rules people.
Saturday, August 3, 2019
Old Melvin has been having kind of a difficult time. Had a stroke July 23rd then another trip to the hospital for pneumonia and sepsis I can assure you all three things stroke, pneumonia, and sepsis, kinda suck. I am hoping to get back to posting ridiculous and offensive bulshit. Won't that be exciting
Thursday, May 30, 2019
To celebrate my current state of idleness and lack of ambition, I have decided that I am going to start having afternoon tea. I will drink only the finest teas imported from Food Lion. I will have my bologna sandwiches cut up in tiny pieces to eat with my pinky stuck out. Of course I will have to travel to the far western land of Walmartia to procure suitable Chinese plastic vessels with which to prepare and serve my tea. The cat has indicated that he might join me if I promise not to wake him up. It's going to be awesome.