Sock-bearer, and other titles
Curt is sick. I bundled him up in a couple blankets and put a glass of water on his nightstand so he doesn’t burn up in the middle of the night. I was headed out towards the kitchen to finish cooking dinner when I heard him mumbling fitfully under his breath that I must not care very much about his wellbeing if I was leaving him to suffer in the room all alone, and when I turned to ask him to repeat himself, he sniffled, raised his head, and said, in a very pathetic, sickly little voice indeed, “Will you put some socks on my feet, please?”
O RLY!
So, now he is be-socked and slumbering. It would be the perfect time to hunt down those tiger ears and take some incriminating photos of him while he is weak and prostrate, only some meager scrap of pity lives on in me (despite all!)…and so The Boy will sleep, unmolested.
Game manuals SUCK ASS these days. I suspect this is because companies have realized that explaining how to play a game means that there is less money to be made in writing books explaining how to play a game. It’s astounding how much of a whore the world is. I mean, me too, probably. I am probably sometimes whore-ish, stuff-wise. But if you took away my ability to point out the flaws of the world without incriminating myself, I wouldn’t have a blog. So there.
Anyway, what?
Oh, yes: CONSUMERISM IS THE DEVIL. DO NOT CONSUME. EXCEPT WHEN IT’S REALLY NECESSARY, OR FOR NICE GIRLS WHO PUT SOCKS ON YOUR FEET WHEN YOU’RE SICK.
The world is also going Chain-crazy. I think I finally understand what it is to want to bring down The Man. The Man who builds all the freakin’ Chains, sapping the character and creativity of the world away, one McSoul at a time. The world is made of mass-produced crap. Soon, there’s gonna be so much crap on this planet that we’ll have to construct a whole other planet, just to hold all our crap.
Look at all the stuff around me that owns me.
/boggle
