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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

I imagine

... that the Earth is a ball on a pool table. Our entire existence, leading up to the time that the earth will be destroyed, is just a break taken between shots to get another beer.

Soon, we will go spinning into the black hole that is the left corner pocket.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Queen is a funny word. Kween. Kh-u-ween. See?

Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me.
Bohemian rhapsody has been stuck in my head for the past week.

Rhapsody is such a brilliant word to say. And an even better word to imagine. When I say the word rhapsody I imagine beautiful firecrackers going off in formation over the Sydney Opera House at midnight.

Too firang for you? Sorry. Rockets phootoing over Machhar towers in Sardarpura, Jodhpur. Because yes, there is a Macchar towers here. It contains a shop that sells kids clothes. I'm not sure why that's relevant here.

Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango?
Fandango, I presume, is some sort of dance.
I imagine a dog eating a mango.
Seated at a table, with a napkin in its lap. Holding a little fruit knife.
Whatay etiket.

Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figaro
This song is so insanely trippy.

Placement fever is going on in my college. And there is a new Octopus Paul application on Facebook. Paul is currently informing me that my friends’ prospects of getting jobs range from "Houston, we have a problem" to "Fo shizzle ma nizzle!"

If I had an octopus, I'd name him Leonard. How brilliantly he would romance his octopus girlfriend. When going to meet her, he would hide five of his tentacles behind his back, like in those cheesy movies in which the guy holds a heart shaped box of chocolates behind his back for the loue of his life while the girl carefully pretends not to see it. Leonard would have flowers in one tentacle and a book in the other (yes, my octopus is quite literary. Why does that sound perverted?). Also, a pair of sunglasses (in case his date's eyes are sensitive to light), a laptop charger (in case they decide to stay home and watch a movie and her charger is conked) and a hip flask (for Dutch courage). Leonard is always prepared. He is a maverick. A romantic. The perfect person to sign an armistice.

Also, Old Spice is hot. It just is. What can I say?