I woke
up this morning like usual (bright as the summer's sun), and i went
down stairs for a cup of coffee like usual (without falling), and low
and behold i run into Phil who informs me that "The Google is broken
again." (This is a 100% accurate quote.) But the case of 'The
broken Google' was a mere aperitif to the true mystery of 'Why was the
wireless router unplugged?' Because it actually never needs to be. And i
mean not unplugged just from the wall, but from, like, everything and left
there like a dead prostitute in the gutter. Poor thing. Probably
came from a broken home, never truly appreciated for it's worth or
capabilities of providing the entire span of the house hold with lighting fast internet
Google. Unfortunately this will probably be riddle that got
away from us, the true answer floating gently through the breeze, just fingertips out of reach.
I got a burger one, and Chloe got... i think donuts? (You can't win 'um all Chlo.)
Also these things taste gross. They, like, attempt to actually taste like the food you're making, except they're candy. That "coke" tastes like flat coke and Robitussin, and i fucking hate tussin. gross. Right DPL?
Anyway... (except like 20 min later, because every time i go to type i see this photo again and i can't stop giggling like a school girl long
enough to type, a true gem.) you get the drift. But we got a few that were "Design your own creatures." So DPL, Scotty, and i each did one:
Guess which one's DPL's. I made something that's supposed to be a squid but looks like an Alien from Alien and Scotty made some gross blobs (which is actually surprising for him, because he's usually pretty good at this stuff). But i posted this on Facebook, and no one was surprised. In fact, they knew which one i did, because despite using a mold, all my craft projects have this certain element about them, that you can just tell i did it. I could put up a project in the middle of 100 others, and DPL and KSB would be able to pick it out, no problem. It's the Lauren factor, and it's just indescribable (like the mark of a true artist).
That being said my car model was the best, and i'm not just serious, i'm HIV positive (but not really, duh).
So of course we didn't take any fucking pictures of it. So when i went to take it out of the box today, to properly document it's place in history:
Cool. oBviously. duh.
Anyway Scotty totally geeked out and did a DeLorean. (shocker, i know).
Which looks pretty awesome. Nice job Scotty.
Here's DPL's:
I mean right? Way to boff that one. (but actually one of the reasons her shit looks so much better is because she fucking takes her time with it. Seriously though, like half the speed on this occasion).
But I'm gonna fucking finish that shit! Don't worry wo, i got you.
Anyway, it's nuts. But like think about Serial for a minute. I have, i've probably thought about it pretty regularly for the past month, especially after i just finished it. I have all kinds of opinions, and if you want to talk about it, let's do it! But here's the thing... It's kind of fucked up. I mean maybe you're helping an innocent man be free, maybe you're not. Maybe you're helping to convict someone who's gotten away with something for so long, but maybe you're just kind of ripping his life apart. The thing is, it's kind of everywhere. I can listen to it, read about it, write about it, proclaim my opinions to the world, and the world can do all of that too. And whether that's okay or not, to be honest, i'm not really sure. Maybe it's because i've dedicated so much of my day to Black Mirror, i don't know, i'm not a doctor, but I wonder if it's not just one more step closer in that crazy technology possibility direction.
Czech this shit out:
Like... fucking beautiful. tears.
Why do I look like a 3-toed sloth in that picture?
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