Daze of the Weak: No. 61

[wibby]

Wednesday, 6 PM
Last night I noticed how many things around the house need repairing, so I made a plan of action.

I got up early this morning and started by collecting up all the bent things I could find, then when I had a neat pile, I settled down to bending them all straight.

I was so pleased with myself when I had finished by lunch time that I

Comments

[wibby]

Ahh.. yeah..., my voice... sorry about that.

You will have to use your imagination. I'm using this as the basic story for my next film, Reservoir Dregs, which exposes the underlying scumminess of Human Nature once the glossy rippled surface reflection of respectability and the distorting layers of artificial social conformity have been drained of.

I will be directing it under one of my other names, Tarquin Quarrantino, so imagine it in the voice of Samuel L Jackson who I'm casting in the lead role, Reverend Wibbsy, a self-righteous hermit preacher who straightens people out by bending their ears.

[the_new_sjoerd]

Delightful.

But still I feel the need to comment in a serious vain. Can. not. suppress. it:

Not only is it semantically incorrect to "bend things straight", I believe it is also physically impossible. You can only bend something so many times before it breaks. Every time you bend it, the material's molecular structure gets damaged more and more. You may bend an object's shape straight, but not its material structure.

Breath in. Breath out.

[wibby]

You're very welcome sweetheart

[wibby]

Yeah, sigh.. It flew away. That was one of the last photos I took. It was on my hand being taken outside. Ten minutes later it was heading into the sky looking for a ladyfriend to score with. All the creatures I make friends with leave home to make a new life for themselves. That's why I'm a hermit.

xx