Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

I have, in the past, been told that in response to the inane question: "Whatcha doin'?" my usual respone of "Nothin' much" (or, on particularly loquacious days: "Bugger all, dear boy") is unacceptably boring. With that in mind, a list of other potential responses:
  • Pandering to the heathens.
  • Alphabetising my clothes by what I did in them last.
  • Desexing my stereo.
  • Full-contact origami.
  • Considering the viability of world domination.
  • Tie-dying my fridge.
  • Making reservations for the afterlife.
  • Playing Queen backwards, looking for Satanic messages.
  • Paying off Third World debt.
  • Taxidermy.
  • Tantric crochet.
  • Bringing about the Apocalypse.

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