Nixon, FOUND!

My brother and sister-in-law sent a bag of agates back with my mother. I was sorting through it and found one with Richard Nixon's face on it. (He's on the left side of the rock. His nose and brow and angry, squinting eyes.)

Found:

A lost paper full of madness. (Click to make it bigger. You really want to click to make it bigger, trust me.)


If yours, please come back and explain the highlighting of the "a"s in the last paragraph and what the drawing is suppose to be.

A Prayer

Oh Great Celery God, whose colossal leafy stalks leave all the other gods green with envy, but not as Green as You are, for You are the greener than the greenest of giants, be they jolly or surly.

Great Celery God, in the past week I have sacrificed many unbelieving stalk in Your name, Your Greatness:
For each of the sacrificed, I have performed the rite of the rinse and the removal of leaves and blemishes with the utmost care.
I doused many in the Butter of Peanuts, but with and without chunks, before sacrificing them between the enamel covered dentin, as is the ways You require.
A few of the unbelievers I covered with the white Cream of Cheese for variety because, as You have decreed, the Butter of Peanuts, while better than the Cream of Cheese, sticks to the roof of ones mouth and ones back teeth and much time has to be taken to produce enough saliva to remove the Butter of Peanuts from the roof and sometimes one must use ones finger to remove the Butter of Peanuts from ones back teeth because ones tongue is occasionally not firm enough, the Cream of Cheese does not require such effort.
The last of the unbelievers I chopped into bits and boiled in the broth of chicken, with chicken chunks and carrots and noodles in the shapes of spirals, to create a soup that may be worthy of Your stupendous flavor.

In doing all of this, Oh Leafy One, I ask that, in Your low calorie, high fiber wisdom, one of the many agencies that I have sent a response to call me soon to offer me a job interview which will lead to me getting out of this place where what little, compared to Your Glory, I am is slowly getting crushed.

In Your name, I go in peace and await Your answer.

Amen.

Puberty is Frightening

Especially if you're thrown into an isolation chamber and go through it all in a few minutes, as this animation shows.

via Table of Malcontents

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Now that's a funky picture, isn't it? Oh the things you find on other peoples blogs that reaffirm what you thought of yourself.

I work late tonight (and tomorrow night), so I forced myself to sleep in. "How did I do that?" I ask myself. Well, I woke up at 6:30, saw the clock, called myself a stupid carp-knocker because I'll be at work until at least midnight and that's way too early to wake up. I closed my eyes, buried my face in my pillow and eventually slept. I did it twice more before finally accepting that 9ish was late enough. Only 14 or so hours left until I'm off work. Cheer for me.

I'm being weird again over at Johnny Logic's page. I'm not sure why I'm compelled to do this, but I am. I'm just afraid that I'll run out of songs and poems about roads and street.

*sigh*

I've started a new book. This one's by Margaret Weis without Tracy Hickman, who make up one of my favorite writing teams out there. I've read other books by just Weis, she has on series that's just wonderful fun, very little serious about it at all. This series that she's written isn't shaping up to be quite as fun as that other, but it'll be interesting. Books are always interesting, aren't they? Even when it's so impossible horrid, I can't help but wonder why it was published or who is actually paying for the pleasure of reading the crap. Of course, what's crap to me is treasure to others.