11/30/2004
Sunshine and Creosote
Relationships are funny things. Buy a big ship, and put all your relations on it, and you'll see what I mean. Today I discovered that the lovely Brazilian? girl that I spoke about the other day has a boyfriend. (awww)
In other news, my father requested that I go out in nice clothes, and use a defective pump to spray a toxic chemical in my eye. Well, not quite, but it's always nice to try and pin the blame for our stupidity on other people. In actual fact, the sum of my orders was 'creosote the back garden' and since I passed initiative test one, I assumed he meant the wooden bits of the back garden, and not the plants. The pump should have sprayed a fine mist, but the nozzle had been sabotaged by the Russians and was therefore only able to fire a thin jet with an amazing rebound range.
For the record, it WAS the Russians, and after the incident (which resulted in no loss of vision, because it was in my useless eye) I finished creosoting the back garden. Then, after much consideration, I sprayed the flowers too.
Never, ever watch more than 9 episodes of Deep Space Nine in one sitting. It just isn't healthy. I spent most of Sunday recovering from an incredible bout of stupidity involving very little sleep.
Speaking of which, I am in danger of repeating my little debacle, so I will wish you good night on these final words...
I may be crazy, but I'm not alone. Judith managed to catch up with me today in number of episodes watched. Then we watched two more.
In other news, my father requested that I go out in nice clothes, and use a defective pump to spray a toxic chemical in my eye. Well, not quite, but it's always nice to try and pin the blame for our stupidity on other people. In actual fact, the sum of my orders was 'creosote the back garden' and since I passed initiative test one, I assumed he meant the wooden bits of the back garden, and not the plants. The pump should have sprayed a fine mist, but the nozzle had been sabotaged by the Russians and was therefore only able to fire a thin jet with an amazing rebound range.
For the record, it WAS the Russians, and after the incident (which resulted in no loss of vision, because it was in my useless eye) I finished creosoting the back garden. Then, after much consideration, I sprayed the flowers too.
Never, ever watch more than 9 episodes of Deep Space Nine in one sitting. It just isn't healthy. I spent most of Sunday recovering from an incredible bout of stupidity involving very little sleep.
Speaking of which, I am in danger of repeating my little debacle, so I will wish you good night on these final words...
I may be crazy, but I'm not alone. Judith managed to catch up with me today in number of episodes watched. Then we watched two more.
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Wow. You sound just like my fiance, with the Deep Space Nine junk. No offense, of course. He is really into the science fiction and fantasy deal. Interesting blog, although I haven't seen my man deck on here yet. Feel free to use it, I got it off a forwarded email.
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