Little things
Apologies to
myra_menke for the use of this icon, but dammit, I can use whatever icon I want. And Jayne is hot. So there. (I'll be in his bunk too...)
There are a couple of really minor things I've been saving up for one big post, but all I have so far is two, so I might as well post them now.
-I was checking out this ubercool Star Trek urn (yeah, for ashes- don't ask me why), and I came across these hideous things. My actual thought process was, "Ughh, you'd have to kill me first.... Oh. Yeah. Right."
-You remember the game Guess Who. The old one, with the old pictures. You remember the guy in the gray hat, with the droopy face- droopy eyes, droopy jowls, droopy everything. I couldn't find a picture, but you remember. Or maybe you don't. Anyway, I saw him last week. I passed his office as I was walking down the hall to meet someone. I turned my head and there he was, the Saddest Man in the World, just sitting at his desk looking bored and depressed. He didn't even notice me, but I still couldn't look for more than a split second. I felt that, just by looking at him, I was somehow violating his little private universe of despair, and I had no right to be there. Godspeed, Droopy Guy.
myra_menke for the use of this icon, but dammit, I can use whatever icon I want. And Jayne is hot. So there. (I'll be in his bunk too...)
There are a couple of really minor things I've been saving up for one big post, but all I have so far is two, so I might as well post them now.
-I was checking out this ubercool Star Trek urn (yeah, for ashes- don't ask me why), and I came across these hideous things. My actual thought process was, "Ughh, you'd have to kill me first.... Oh. Yeah. Right."
-You remember the game Guess Who. The old one, with the old pictures. You remember the guy in the gray hat, with the droopy face- droopy eyes, droopy jowls, droopy everything. I couldn't find a picture, but you remember. Or maybe you don't. Anyway, I saw him last week. I passed his office as I was walking down the hall to meet someone. I turned my head and there he was, the Saddest Man in the World, just sitting at his desk looking bored and depressed. He didn't even notice me, but I still couldn't look for more than a split second. I felt that, just by looking at him, I was somehow violating his little private universe of despair, and I had no right to be there. Godspeed, Droopy Guy.