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, February 7, 2010

Grr.

Change of plans. We will be leaving Tuesday ahead of the storm and since I'm not being paid for travel time or sitting in a hotel room I'm losing another day of work. At this rate I will be eating cardboard.

There will be pictures. Angry, angry pictures.

So, in a smelly little nutshell* I will be rushing like hell to get somewhere I didn't want to go, a day ahead of schedule, to do things I didn't want to do in the first place, and will only be paid for about twelve hours of it.

I suppose I will bring some goddamned knitting, though I'm more likely to stab people than knit anything. Grumble.

*Random history reference: During the Medieval times it was the height of hilarity to fart into a nutshell, then open the aforementioned nutshell under someone's nose. And no, doing this to someone wouldn't make me any happier right at the moment.

4 comments:

Scott said...

So...you'll be farting in nutshells.

Severina said...

No Farticus, that would be your job.

Obsidian Kitten said...

If you get bored, there's always this:

http://firstpersontetris.com/

It may make you extremely ill, though.

BlackCrow said...

I'm sick of hearing about the snow in Virginia too. I was watching some news show and I'm sure the guy said that a billion pounds of snow has fallen in the Streets of Virginia...maybe it was your flat it fell on!
I could send you some rations...we have plenty of empty nutshells.