Earlier we* were making preparations for an upcoming TV thing and I was asked if I’m going to show up to the taping camera ready or if I’ll need hair and makeup. I said that I was born camera ready but that I would need hair and makeup.
Then I saw the call sheet and it said “Full Hair/Makeup” so I think I will take advantage of this opportunity to request a perm and also that they make me look like a cat.
*By the way, I’m not lapsing into the royal we. There was actually another human being involved in this. His name is Ned and he’s invisible. He lives a pencil box on my desk and comes out when I am lonely, scared, or need a pencil.
Quote for the Hair and Makeup:
“If you need any more makeup, you can just stop in my place.”
—–Peter Simpson Wentz
Did you say perm? How bout a RoRo Fro!?!?
Toddrod
I’d like to share a story. It’s title? “How the ant-bed(s) turn.”
I was going out yesterday to eliminate 3 ant-beds. I was gonna just pour lighter-fluid on them, but I decided that wouldn’t be fair. So I went to the 1st and 2nd ant-beds and found the two queen-ants and pulled them from their comfortable lair. I thought they were beautiful ants on the outside but ugly on the in-side. So I took some tweezers and clipped the wings off both of them. They both made a fuss about it and they offended me so I plucked out one eye from each of them. Granted, they have compound-eyes, but that is where I was fair, because I could have taken a sewing-needle and poked out each individual one. Sorta like on the movie “Kill Bill.” Then I placed them back in their kingdoms where they still held their title of Queen ants. You should have heard all the army ants chanting, “Let my people go.” Then they all built a statue of me in honor of my swift, but fair justice. And like the great Bill O’Reilly I told them they could have the last word, but see they couldn’t hardly speak because I had un-hinged their mandibles, which I failed to mention earlier. Then one of the army-ant/scout-ants rushed in with his camera crew and yelled, “You just got Punk’d” And the ants were over-joyed. I did let the queen-ants have one of those throat-devices in which to speak, but any word they had to say from this day forward would be taken with a grain of salt. Then finally, I went to the 3rd ant-bed and there was a 4-headed queen-ant and I picked her up and looked at her and she said, “If you find just one good ant in this kingdom will you spare it?” I immediately answered her and said “Yes, I do.” and then I left her to rule her kingdom how she saw fit because I found favor in her and her band of army/scout ants.
Michael.
La.
track: Game-over. – Lil Flip.
Update: The above story I wrote was based on the fact that the other day, the lawn maintenace people had been mowing, and they stirred up some ant-beds. Well, I was out smoking, and didn’t realize it until after they started stinging me. It really hurt, so I was going to douce the ant beds with lighter-fluid, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it because I can’t bring myself to hurt any animals. So it was an expression of my restraint. I still have welps on my feet from it.
Michael.
La.
track: I was gonna pick an Adam Ant song, but I don’t really like any of them.
In the spirit of Spring. I just went out and bought some new plants. Some in-door, Some out-door. A few of them were simply called foliage. And my memory escapes me what the others are. The out-door plants will have to live nearby and in harmony with the fire-ant beds. The others will co-exist with my mandarin plants. My green-thumb is getting greener.
Michael.
La.
I find it interesting that your house plant is “Fred”, imaginary friend is “Ned” and your favorites blogger named “Ted!” Funny how some of the most influencial men in your life have rhyming names!