"You're not putting away my baby," he hissed.He was referring to the toy and formerly mobile Xmas tree that plays "Yakety Sax".On Christmas day he used a zombie garden gnome to create a stop motion movie of it walking or fast lurching through various vistas provided by a program on his iPad, using the greenscreen theatre from his stick bots.He scored it with "Yakety Sax", the music provided by the paralysed tree.A zombie gnome fast lurching to the theme of The Benny Hill show past city street
Articles from Harrangue Man
I was bending down to inset a fresh tub of water for the chicks to paddle in when I felt it; cold, wet liquid running down my crack. But it wasn't from within but without. It was the garden tap I had just used; I had not turned it off properly. And that's how it came to be that cold water dripped through my butt as I bent over in front of it to put the tub in.I didn't know what to think in the initial moment; I was flustered.
I was looking out the window when I saw a bee clinging to the underside of a branch. Then it fell off the branch. It didn't fly—it dropped—like it had died of a bee heart attack.But I wasn't up to getting to the place to where the presumed dead bee lay and just have to assume (because I cannot base it on anything else) that the bee just died of a heart attack—if that is a likely cause of bee death.
In the '80s ads for shampoo would sometimes pimp their tear free qualities; the suds didn't sting your eyes in other words.I didn't cry today. I went for a ride with a cluster of horrors to dwell on but I didn't shout, yell or cry. I just reflected.Then, on the home stretch, I passed by a sea of green leafy trees that curved overhead. It was magical, like I was in Middle Earth ... on an electic assist man-trike.Last year threw some nasty shit me, and this year will as well.
It's a common enough ask in the aftermath of divine uterine expulsion day but I confess I was not expecting it to be asked that of me. It came from behind me and I thought it said to another until he came around to where I could see him.
We had eight crackers for four on Xmas day and one of my cracker items was a moustache comb.So I slotted it in the inside of my iPhone cover for those facial lip grooming emergencies. It's yet to happen but I have the satisfaction of being prepared.And to think I got kicked out of Scouts; dib, dib, dib, sob, sob sob.
Sunday is a popular day to be out and about walking by a lake so my lawfully mandated bell got the workout when I zipped past clusters of normal bodies doing normal walking.I had the ball kick burning on my mind and I knew a ride would help me mull over what to do. By the time I got back I hunted for relevant documentation, found it on the desktop where past Mikey had thoughtfully collected it, then sent it off to those affected.
After a massive kick to the mind nuts your wounded brain thinks about it; day and night. So I had nightmares. At one point there was an exam—so a school memory joined forces—and for some reason I had to leave the exam to do some important work thing knowing it would cause me to fail.How I go in a day is oft determined by bad dreams before waking.
The sound of children screaming is a fight flight trigger for me. Today, thanks to a paddle pool play date, there was a lot of it.I sat with the door open in my spot in the lounge room, left corner of the couch next to the lamp and table, and took it all in as I absorbed myself in whatever it was I was using on the tablet.