Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

They're Coming to Get Me

Just now a scooter went whizzing by my apartment, but because I was shaking out some laundry next to my ear it sounded more like an otherworldly moan. The first thing I though was, "hmmm, a cow."

A cow. I haven't lived anywhere near where cows moan and groan for over twenty years. Why the hell would I automatically think it was a cow??? And an underworld sort of undead cow at that.

Damn.

See, now everyone is going to wish I had stayed un-blogged.