Well that was certainly a weird trip.
I almost started to enjoy myself for a second there. Oh well.
Sorry for anyone paying attention here. It was a half assed thing to begin with and now it’s over.
Raw, brutal economics at work, people.
The saddest part is that I’ll never get to to go the mansion.
friend: Vermont teddy bear commercial continues to creep me out. Sexualized stuffed animals and infantilized grown women. Ew.
me: @friend You just described a normal day at work for me.
Just because the snow all melted over the weekend doesn’t mean it’s not still gray and cold here. So that’s why we’re looking at this today.
OH: “I also have a bra down here that we didn’t use. Do you want me to return it? Can we get store credit because it’s a $150 bra. The tags are on the bra. She never even put it on.”
There’s been a really kind of distressing focus on twins around here the past couple of months.
Just sayin’.
I can’t think how it’s even possible that we don’t have one of these in the office already.
Everyday life is far out. I first realized that many years ago, when I turned on the radio and someone was asking a man to describe his most embarrassing experience. I’ve never forgotten what he said. “I was sitting at home one night, washing my trombone, when I looked through the window, and there in the moonlight on the crazy paving I saw a hedgehog. Thinking it might be thirsty, I took it out a saucer of gin. The following morning I observed that the gin was untouched. Imagine my embarrassment when I found that it wasn’t a hedgehog at all; it was a lavatory brush.” I’m sorry, but if that isn’t far out, I don’t know what is. What was he doing washing a trombone?
Oh, ok, right after I posted the previous, I discovered the above quoted paragraph in an interview with Peter O’Toole and if that’s not one of the best paragraphs ever, well, you’ll have Peter O’Toole to answer to.
And I think he can take you.
So I discovered yesterday that six different people are following this nonsense on Tumblr now. Who are you eager young go-getters with so little in your lives? Sorry this thing has gone all quiet. There has been very little news from the Mines these days, or rather none that can be turned into anything vaguely amusing. We’re in the midst of a redesign, concurrent with a project meant to chip every last speck of joy from our souls.
Oh, wait, no those are both the same project. My bad.
ANYWHO.
By way of apology, have a picture of Margot Kidder doing a topless cartwheel or something. Seriously. For you.
Sometimes going through the archives from the 50s I’ll pause briefly and think to myself, “dude, you’re ogling somebody’s *grandma*.”
