Sunday, May 15, 2011

House of insomnia and fog

Since I absentmindedly left my absent mind, & more importantly, my camera's USB cord in the Batcave, here's a substitute shot of the pea soup currently engulfing -- hey look, someone conscientiously slowing down. Must not be a drunk punk kid returning home after a classy evening of binge drinking. Real men drink alone (at home) with nobody else whilst being up for 24+ you just assume it was something other than coffee & tea oscillation shows what you know Sherlock.



















With the brain remaining elsewhere -- not that colossal a loss of mental faculties given that I didn't start out with many in the first place -- the pen had to rely on a hit or four of emotion & the attendant danger of emo overdose & dosing oneself to collapse into a blissfully unaware stupor is as effective as cold turkey though the former is a radical unproven theory shared by insomniacs & the latter's impossible though I did have a turkey sandwich (no mayo we're out) though that didn't stop the stomack from growling with gusto (hey I like that too) nor the man behind the mask from the same (I like that less so).

Man in the fog gonna put down that needle & have another pot, still sightless.

19 comments:

Beach Bum said...
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Beach Bum said...

With the brain remaining elsewhere -- not that colossal a loss of mental faculties given that I didn't start out with many in the first place...

Whenever I feel that way, which is quite a bit, I take solace in what the Emperor Claudius is suppose to have said: "Yes, I may be a half-wit but its quality, not quantity, which is most important."

On a side note, right recently I learned a very important lesson about not being able to sleep on a Friday night. Never snack on spicy bean dip and beer after 1:00am, I've paid that price all weekend.

susan said...

In the past month around here I've counted all of two days that have been neither foggy or rainy. I've wandered this graveyard and have yet to find the postern door of my sea swept castle.

David Barber said...

"We are the Champions, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!"

Chelsea who????

That photo is out of one of the fantastic Universal horror's isn't it? Gotta love those movies.

AND, it's great to see folk getting worse weather than us for a change! ;-)

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Oh look, Mr. Schadenfreude is coming over for a visit.
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Randal Graves said...

BB, I thought he said, as Rome's first existentialist emperor, "I, me."

susan, understandable, as these days only the undead readily use GPS. That's how they find our brains so quickly.

david, blah blah blah, sir. I think they filmed that flick in your backyard.

if, boy, the Germans have a word for everything.

S.W. Anderson said...

Spring finally sprung where I am, and what a relief. Randal, Susan, sorry you're getting rain and fog. This too shall pass.

Randal, anyone who makes a turkey sandwich without mayonnaise has to be in a blissfully unaware stupor of some kind. It's almost unimaginable. Eww.

Freida Bee said...

You always cheer me up, oh nocturnal cookie.

Randal Graves said...

SWA, honestly, it tasted like coffee.

FB, when I start spreading joy, it's time to worry, apocalyptically.

Mary Ellen/Nunly said...

I'm kinda pissed 'cuz I had horrible nightmares for two nights in a row without the pleasure of drugs or booze. At least if I was drunk or high I could say it was worth the fright.

thatgirl said...

I tried going out and taking pictures of the fog but I couldn't get it to look awesome.

And I still haven't written anything good.

Sue Carroll said...

I came here looking for an NBA playoffs commentary, and all I got was something about a turkey sandwich and a weather report.

S.W. Anderson said...

Wouldn't taste like my preferred coffee, or second or even third choice.

BTW, meant to mention the classic Rx for a house of fog and insomnia is a change of furnace/cooling system filter. ;)

Randal Graves said...

nunly, which is why you drug or booze yourself after the fact. Never miss such a valuable opportunity.

thatgirl, every shot came out much too clear. I suck.

You're the creator, of course you'd say that. Let us third partiers wear the black robes.

sue, hmm. Fuck Chicago, fuck Miami even more, go eventual Western conference champion. First class breakdown, huh.

SWA, who said I wanted a cure? Fog makes it much easier to avoid others.

okjimm said...

(no mayo we're out)

if Mayo would have led off second a little sooner he would be safe on third.

Mary Ellen/Nunly said...

Fuck Chicago, fuck Miami

Well, aren't you the busy-bee, Randal? How long do you think it would take you to fuck two cities? Sheesh...what an over-achiever.

Tom Harper said...

I recognize that guy in the picture. That's our perverted neighbor. Cleancut insurance underwriter by day, peeping tom by night.

Demeur said...

I don't know if this is about weather or a mental state. If it's the weather pifft you just described an average day in Seattle. It's rained all but three days here for months now. Mentally that'd be about the same. Why do you think we're the greatest consumers of coffee and anti depressants in all the land?

Randal Graves said...

okjimm, mustard's on first.

nunly, I'm as sexfully conquering as Wilt as I am as good at hoops as Wilt.

tom, and he gets away with because he's pals with his alderman. Oh, corruption!

demeur, I'm definitely mental. I love rainy weather. Those are unrelated.