Weird Suburban Tales!
As I've pointed out before, my job requires absolutely no brain power or concentrate. If you can sway slowly back and forth and occationally take a few steps, then your pretty much set to go. Because of this my mind has a tendancy to wander aimlessly, and I usually come home with about a dozen or so crazy ideas for stories. Now, to paraphrase They Might Be Giants, they're not all hit-bound, and often times I'll come back to the ideas after work and realize how god awful they are. Anyway,s this year I've actually come up with a bunch of stuff I really like. I have a new 2nd act for Deus Ex Machina, and a story arc for Future Skeleton. Future Skeleton, to clarify, is a comic strip Lauph is doing, so with any luck my story will actually be published next year. ('Published' in this case meaning poorly copied and randomly distributed around the Emerson campus where it will ignored by students looking for the Beacon)
And now an actual weird suburban tale.
A few days ago I wandered downstairs to indulge in our obscenely large ice cream supply and found my dad sniffing around the basement. Seconds later it became unfortunately obvious why, the whole place smelled as if a wet dog had vomited up tuna and proceed to roll around in it. The conversation that followed went something like this.
Me:Dear god, what is that!?
Dad:I don't know, I think its coming from the hole behind the freezer though. Help me move it.
(we start moving the freezer)
Me:What, is there a mouse hole behind here?
Dad: No, its human size
Me: How'd it get there?
Dad: I built it when we put in the freezer
Me:Why?
Dad: In case we needed to get under the house
Me: Why would we need to get under there
Dad: You know.... to hide
Me: From what? Bad people?
Dad: Exactly
There ya have it, 50's paranoia lives on comfortably in my house. More specifically in a hole behind the freezer.
And now an actual weird suburban tale.
A few days ago I wandered downstairs to indulge in our obscenely large ice cream supply and found my dad sniffing around the basement. Seconds later it became unfortunately obvious why, the whole place smelled as if a wet dog had vomited up tuna and proceed to roll around in it. The conversation that followed went something like this.
Me:Dear god, what is that!?
Dad:I don't know, I think its coming from the hole behind the freezer though. Help me move it.
(we start moving the freezer)
Me:What, is there a mouse hole behind here?
Dad: No, its human size
Me: How'd it get there?
Dad: I built it when we put in the freezer
Me:Why?
Dad: In case we needed to get under the house
Me: Why would we need to get under there
Dad: You know.... to hide
Me: From what? Bad people?
Dad: Exactly
There ya have it, 50's paranoia lives on comfortably in my house. More specifically in a hole behind the freezer.