New in Pink

The other scarf I was scarfing turned out so amazingly unattractive. Brown, blue, and off-white, full of holes and different patterns. So naturally, I was ready for something pink. Then a bump appeared up the right side (also known as a cable). Exciting!

Guy in crisis

Walked into this situation in the 7th floor stairwell.
Mistakes were made.
911 was not called.
Chest compressions began before checking to see if man was breathing.
Glad I was not that man because I tend to sleep a lot.
on the job.

Sign Over

How many signs = too many signs?

Found: Child Art

So I was down the hall and around the corner from my cube (making use of the ancient death-machine microwave) this morning when I came across this amazing find. It appears to be some sort of historic art piece made by (eek) children. These children obviously had some sense of humor and/or were not children at all, but artistically- disabled adults. Please note the cyclops dead center, Spock in the lower right corner and the optimistic yellow brick road (obviously referencing The Wizard of Oz, every child's favorite story), the hefty man placing the cap on the head of the thin man (near the cyclops), and of course, the man in the blue shirt doing gymnastics on a friend's back (to the northwest of Spock). Interpretations welcome!

hump-day disarray

Wednesday was busy. I am going to write some sentence fragments about the business... or the busy-ness... It was so busy I had little time to bleugh anything(not a fragment)... people coming in( a fragment), people walking in circles, with their heads tucked downwards staring into their tiny cellphones, people asking me why they were here and where they should go (which made me feel very mighty and powerful), children. just children. existing and stuff. oh and one family of particularly loud children came. they were loud and they dropped lots of toys on the ground. then when it was time to go, they just left (as pictured right) and left a battleground of destruction in their wake. Horrific! The next human to enter cubespace promptly fell over toy-wasteland. Wicked! Does one not even pretend to look where one is stepping? Sheliah laughed before she could get a firm grasp on reality. Horrors! No picture exists of this tragedy for I did not leap out and snap a picture like a fame/money starved paparazzo. And thank heavens for that. It would have been my end for sure.

New Scarfing Update.

Here is my new scarfing as of today, Wednesday of some week in October of some year. Lots of YO's. Kinda wished I hadn't started with the dirt brown color because it makes adding other colors really difficult. What looks good with dirt brown? Pink? no. Orange? no. Purple? Definitely no. I am still adding pink though because do I really care that much? No.

Cubebot's Cube-famous Cupcakes

Cubebot brought cupcakes to the cube and he wouldn't take "That's gross. I won't eat that," or my knitting needles to the face for an answer, so I ended up with this glowing orb of autumnal chocolate. It was delicious. It tasted like October.