A Vaguely Remembered Conversation.


October 28, 2014 by sandwichcontrol

About dick jerky.

Or maybe it was a dream.

Elephino. (What you get when you cross an elephant and a rhino.)

My whole world is just one big blur of shit I’m trying to remember. I usually just mix up the random bits of dream I had, television show story lines, and conversations I have with people I know, and then just pour myself a smoothie of tidbits of information and drink it with my breakfast burritos.

“Remember that one time when you had the hots for your teacher and she turned out to be a giant preying mantis?”

Dick. Jerky.

Last night I took a photo of my eye for my Daily Photo. I actually took about 20 photos of my eye. With my macro lens. That shit is intense. Czech it out:

the Eye

That is my friggin’ eyeball. And those are the capillaries in my friggin’ eyeball. You don’t even wanna see the ones of my scrotum.

Just kidding. I didn’t photograph my balls. Yet.

Shooting photos of your own eye is difficult. Because there is no way for you to look at your own eye without moving it. It was likeĀ Inception. With the dramatic music and everything.

Mmm…breakfast burrito.

I spent a good deal of yesterday wishing I had some money. Paying bills is for the birds. I wanna spend my money on body armor. Not for my Halloween costume, but because I’m a grown-up. And sometimes grown-ups need to dress up like a superhero. To see what I’ve been digging around for, check My Wishlist for your one-stop Grismas shopping.

Speaking of which, the buying ban starts Saturday. And I’m broke until then. Sigh. Looks like it is going to be a long month and half ’til Grismas.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC

1 comment »

  1. Dave says:

    Nobody move nobody get ‘urt.
    Actually, you have never seemed more coherent to me than you do right now.

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