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January 14th, 2008

Can't make it to work today...

Last night, as I was walking home from a visit with the lady of the local lake, I was set upon and taken hostage by a thunderous rush of irredentist geologists bent on the reunification of Gondwanaland. They told me of their master plan and swore me to utmost secrecy, so I can’t tell you how glad I was to escape. I told them I'd cede them Australia and Hawaii if they could prove that the morning’s first cup of coffee did indeed recapitulate phylogeny. Once they agreed to the test, I had to wait until they went through the starfish phase to make my escape. I was going to pull their limbs off, but, you know, what would be the point? As I ran away, I fell into a logical hole that had opened along a philosophical fault line and broke my stirrup bone. The pain was so intense that I couldn’t hear the thunderous rush of daybreak until late this morning, and now I need to see about getting it fixed so that I’ll hear such thunderous rushes in the future, or tomorrow, whichever comes first.

Anyway, that's why I can't make it in to work today. 

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Yep, looks like another post from the Big, Ugly Man Doll!

Can’t make it to work today…

Originally published at Big Ugly Man Doll. Please leave any comments there.

Last night, as I was walking home from a visit with the lady of the local lake, I was set upon and taken hostage by a thunderous rush of irredentist geologists bent on the reunification of Gondwanaland. They told me of their master plan and swore me to utmost secrecy, so I can’t tell you how glad I was to escape. I told them I’d cede them Australia and Hawaii if they could prove that the morning’s first cup of coffee did indeed recapitulate phylogeny. Once they agreed to the test, I had to wait until they went through the starfish phase to make my escape. I was going to pull their limbs off, but, you know, what would be the point? As I ran away, I fell into a logical hole that had opened along a philosophical fault line and broke my stirrup bone. The pain was so intense that I couldn’t hear the thunderous rush of daybreak until late this morning, and now I need to see about getting it fixed so that I’ll hear such thunderous rushes in the future, or tomorrow, whichever comes first.</p>

Anyway, that’s why I can’t make it in to work today. 



Yep, looks like another post from the Big, Ugly Man Doll!

"And the Lord God spaketh unto him..."

Number One Son is attending Catholic Indoctrination Classes, because, ya know, everyone should have to, otherwise he'll grow up to have nothing to talk about with his therapist.  Anyway, he came home several months ago complaining that, "all they talk about is God, God, God, God, God."  Today I found that, clearly, the topics have diversified, and that he's internalizing at least some of the message.

"Daddy," says he, "I know that I wasn't born with Original Sin."  

Whoa.  "You weren't?  Well, OK!" says I, trying to remember the circumstances of his conception and birth.  "Um, I'm glad you think so!"

"But my older sister was."




Yep, looks like another post from the Big, Ugly Man Doll!

“And the Lord God spaketh unto him…”

Originally published at Big Ugly Man Doll. Please leave any comments there.

Number One Son is attending Catholic Indoctrination Classes, because, ya know, everyone should have to, otherwise he’ll grow up to have nothing to talk about with his therapist.  Anyway, he came home several months ago complaining that, “all they talk about is God, God, God, God, God.”  Today I found that, clearly, the topics have diversified, and that he’s internalizing at least some of the message.

“Daddy,” says he, “I know that I wasn’t born with Original Sin.”  

Whoa.  “You weren’t?  Well, OK!” says I, trying to remember the circumstances of his conception and birth.  “Um, I’m glad you think so!”

“But my older sister was.”



Yep, looks like another post from the Big, Ugly Man Doll!