Do you want to make the angels cry? (Aiyiyiyi...)

[maypirate]

So every day now I wake up with a song from "Reefer Madness" on loop in my head. It's getting kind of really incredibly annoying. Goddamn that movie and its catchiness!

Thanks for all the kind words about my tree. ;_; It was encroaching on our driveway, and apparently it couldn't be cut back without killing it, so they decided to go the whole way and just...kill it...outright. Poor beautiful tree...

Had some totally upsetting dreams last night/this morning,

They involved bombings across the university and -in a manner I can't entirely explain- me dying in a nuclear bomb and then (yes, then, because apparently I got a second chance or something) whining about it for hours and hours and hours because if I'd been about ten feet away from where I was, I wouldn't have died. Shit, I can't explain it, but it really bothered me. On top of that was Don dating someone rather like Noa from the FMA movie, imploding kittens in a vaccuum tube, and be being (I think) Ed and running around from evil robots called "Sailface" with Roy. Although I switched back and forth from being Ed to Al and... I don't know. I don't even want to know.

I HATE MY DREAMS.

Last night I realized that I have been ignoring one of my Jewish birthrights, and have not been creating Golems. Honestly, where have I been? I tried to raise a paper Golem, but that didn't go so well. Apparently you need corpses or clay. In any case, it is now my goal as a Jew to raise a Golem to destroy my enemies. I'm only sorry it's taken me so long.

Also, I found the greatest line for a sketch, unfortunately a year too late: "We used to have a fly swatter, but now we only have this crowbar..."

Which was said by me.

I then proceeded to kill a mosquito with said crowbar.

I should elaborate that killing this mosquito consisted of me smacking some guy's bag with the crowbar. I didn't tell him. I hope he didn't have anything breakable in there. In retrospect, I probably should have considered what I was doing, but it was much more fun to just...you know...hit stuff. With a crowbar.

In conclusion, I miss sketch comedy.

And now I need a shower. All that talk about crowbars made me sweaty.

Comments

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Use clay! Then you can make a little golem and name it Dorfl. And it will be awesome.

I have much sympathy over the tree. Last winter they went and mangled all the trees on the property. They've still barely grown any leaves back. It's very sad. :(

[maypirate.livejournal.com]

I think clay is the way to go. Dorfl? What am I referencing?

They took away our trees, Mikke. We need to fight back.

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Feet of Clay, one of the Watch books by Terry Pratchett.

[sarayan.livejournal.com]

And sketch comedy misses you. :(

My question is, why did you just happen to be holding a crowbar?

[thisisnotmyname.livejournal.com]

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