Mind of a Manion, das dritte Teil
Kind of tired today, so I'm just going to share some things that I've got on my mind.
Mister Wrong
One of the all-time great songs that no-one has ever heard is "Mr. Wrong," by Cracker. It reminds me a lot of myself as a young man. Three passages are really frighteningly accurate -
"I drive a one-eyed Malibu without a muffler, and a tape deck that works if you kick it hard enough. Baby, if you like to read, I got some great pornography..."
"Well, no I'd rather not go and meet your family. They'd prob'ly send me back where I belong. Don't want to hear about your Mr. Right, 'cause he's out of town tonight. Baby, come and spend some time with Mr. Wrong."
"And now do you have a girlfriend? And does she look as good as you? Hey would she like to meet my brother? He'll be out of jail in a month or two..."
Roomba Deathmatch
As a gift this Christmas, I got an iRobot Roomba, one of those cute little robotic vacuums that drive around your house, cleaning and plotting to kill all humans. It's kind of fun to play with. Although I've discovered another use for it. Namely, getting the cat out from under the bed. Just turn it on and point it under the bed. The cat will emerge moving just slightly under 40 miles per hour.
It beats the hell out of slithering around on the floor, and it helps reduce the dust bunnies.
Experiments
I like to do little scientific experiments. For example, I bought these gel crystals (At Luminations. They were on clearance). They look like aquarium sand, but when you get them wet, they grow into big squishy gel crystals. I've been attempting to grow them bigger and bigger. So far I've managed to hit golf ball size. I'm trying to come up with a way to condense, combine, and restart the crystallization process. But I digress. Mrs. Manion, however, would like me to remove my lab and test subjects from the guest bathroom. I bet Watson and Crick didn't have their wives demand that they remove all the squishy pulsating blue things from their bathrooms. At this rate it will be weeks before I have an army of sentient, blue (and somewhat squishy) crystal warriors doing my evil bidding.
LM
Mister Wrong
One of the all-time great songs that no-one has ever heard is "Mr. Wrong," by Cracker. It reminds me a lot of myself as a young man. Three passages are really frighteningly accurate -
"I drive a one-eyed Malibu without a muffler, and a tape deck that works if you kick it hard enough. Baby, if you like to read, I got some great pornography..."
"Well, no I'd rather not go and meet your family. They'd prob'ly send me back where I belong. Don't want to hear about your Mr. Right, 'cause he's out of town tonight. Baby, come and spend some time with Mr. Wrong."
"And now do you have a girlfriend? And does she look as good as you? Hey would she like to meet my brother? He'll be out of jail in a month or two..."
Roomba Deathmatch
As a gift this Christmas, I got an iRobot Roomba, one of those cute little robotic vacuums that drive around your house, cleaning and plotting to kill all humans. It's kind of fun to play with. Although I've discovered another use for it. Namely, getting the cat out from under the bed. Just turn it on and point it under the bed. The cat will emerge moving just slightly under 40 miles per hour.It beats the hell out of slithering around on the floor, and it helps reduce the dust bunnies.
Experiments
I like to do little scientific experiments. For example, I bought these gel crystals (At Luminations. They were on clearance). They look like aquarium sand, but when you get them wet, they grow into big squishy gel crystals. I've been attempting to grow them bigger and bigger. So far I've managed to hit golf ball size. I'm trying to come up with a way to condense, combine, and restart the crystallization process. But I digress. Mrs. Manion, however, would like me to remove my lab and test subjects from the guest bathroom. I bet Watson and Crick didn't have their wives demand that they remove all the squishy pulsating blue things from their bathrooms. At this rate it will be weeks before I have an army of sentient, blue (and somewhat squishy) crystal warriors doing my evil bidding.LM
posted by Lance Manion at 2:56 PM
1 Comments:
That vacuum cleaner sounds pretty badass. And the cat's been bugging the hell out me since last Tuesday and I think that vacuum would be some sweet payback.
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