January 24th, 2013

Then I Saw Her Face / Now I’m An Amoeba

I’m sure you all want to hear about my broken bathroom fan’s latest ventures in Foley, but alas, I’ve kicked the habit of turning it on since Monday. Hopefully the dry January air will prevent mildew build-up on the grout in my shower.

This has been “Why the Hell Am I Reading about Some Dude’s Bathroom Moisture” Theatre. Thank you.

Pelican Cello, Pelican Cello

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  1. ColdFusion

    laughing so hard at the title it cheers me up after the plight of that poor hamburger and that girl whose name is the same as thel ady that played Blanche

  2. The Sentient Houseplant

    Don’t trust that Narwhal with your secrets, he spilled the beans about who isn’t the police without thinking, who knows what he’d say under pressure.

  3. isto

    Cold: You mean “that girl whose name was FORMERLY the same as the lady that played Blanche.” Reverb Unit 4 McClanahan’s acting career never took off, owing mostly to the fact that she never existed.

    Houseplant: Unless he was misleading her, because he actually IS the police. Or maybe HE’S not the police, but the PIER is, and he’s helping it get a confession? I never watch police procedurals, so I don’t know how fictional police work works.

  4. The Soul of Bright-Reddish-Orange Mostly Nonhuman Intellectual Cold-Loving Fox

    You’ll see Coke Boat again, Rue. Once you both find your way to the giant Reverb Unit in the sky.
    Narwhals are awesome. People and shapeshifters and mythical beasts alike all agree. We should use narwhals as a basis for world peace.

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