[ Friday, January 02, 2004 ]

 
   

Mood: Bouncy
Music: -None-

^_^ I'm happy cos I get to see my fav. customer at the Antique Mall!! ^_^ Hehehe!!

Not a lot happened today...woke up, burned some stuff onto CDs, went to work, came home, jumped on the compie. ^_^ I offered some chinese food as an offering to my sister. If you know the story, good, if not, nevermind...lol. She accepted the peace offering, so I hope she'll be less pissed with me now. X_X

I'll leave you now with a George Carlin quote:

"I had an interesting morning; I got into an argument with my Rice Krispies. I distinctly heard "Snap, crackle, fuck you!" I'm not sure which one of them said it; I was reaching for the artificial sweetener at the time and not looking directly into the bowl. But I heard it and I said, "Well, you can all just sit there in the milk as far as I'm concerned until I find out which one of you said that;" Mass punishment. The idea is to turn them against one another.

Silly me. Big punishment. That's what Rice Krispies do. Sit in the milk. That's their job. You've seen them. Delicate, beige blisters of air, floating proudly in milk. And you can't sink them. They refuse to sink. The navy ought to use Rice Krispies in life preservers. That's where they're really needed.

And do you know how Rice Krispies manage to float for such a long time? By clinging to one another; they buddy up. They gather in little groups of 8, 10, or sometimes 12, but, if you notice, it's always an even number. That's because the electromagnetic polarity of the Krispies attracts them to one another. It binds them in pairs, like subatomic particles. They form little colonies, and you can't sink them, not even with a spoon. They just come bobbing up over the sides of the spoon, laughing at you and reveling in their buoyancy. Hard to sink.

That's what the fruit is for. Not for added taste; not for nutrition; it's for sinking Rice Krispies. Believe me, a good-sized peach, hurled at full force at the bowl from a stepladder, can take out 80 or 90 of the little buggers in one glorious splash.

And I have absolutely no mercy. If I'm really pissed, I'll climb up to the upstairs balcony and drop a watermelon on them. That'll teach them to sass me at breakfast."

    Lar [9:13 PM]

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