Someone Saturday
Gilbert lives modestly in a musty cellar at the base of Thomas Grayson's skull. He doesn't entertain often, but when he does he brings out his aunt's Dutch china and his best dinner jacket. Gilbert used to be on good terms with Thomas, and they would frequently carry on well after their bedtimes. But alas, Gilbert's residence in the cellar at the base of Thomas' skull proves to be a taxing affair, and they haven't spoken in months. Thomas has taken to the rather haughty insistence that, quite frankly, Gilbert does not exist and that the occasional grumblings and headaches he endures are the result of too much sherry and bad weather. But you and I and Gilbert know this to be a lie. It is this denial, on the part of poor Mr. Grayson, that ends up causing the deaths of several dozen tourists on the East Harbor Ferry. By sheer coinsidence, both Thomas' dogs were on the ferry and met their demise in the arms of Thomas' landlady, who, in an equaly puzzling coincidence, was the only survivor of the horribly preventable catastrophe. She went on to inherit a sizable estate from an agoraphobic cousin, and lived out her remaining years perusing her two greatest passions: hunting quail and amateur pediatry.
My apologies. I have digressed. It's a tiresome side effect of my own cellar-skull resident. His name is Sagel and he refuses to turn down his Estonian pop rock after seven pm. I think he's running an illegal organelle fighting ring. At least he pays his rent on time.
What was I saying? Good GOD SAGEL TURN IT DOWN!!! There's no stopping him now. He's already half deaf to begin with.
So this is where I leave you, delirious and addled by moisture and miniature men. Ta ta web wanderers!
Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Boobook" from Dictionary.com's word of the day. It's an owl native to Australia and New Zealand.)
Today's "365" Project (Make a palindrome, a word that's the same when the letters are switched from forward to backward. It turns out I'm really bad at flipping things around in my head...but I doctored this from a few I found. )
Step on! Deliver Dennis Sagas - sinned, reviled. No Pets.
Gilbert lives modestly in a musty cellar at the base of Thomas Grayson's skull. He doesn't entertain often, but when he does he brings out his aunt's Dutch china and his best dinner jacket. Gilbert used to be on good terms with Thomas, and they would frequently carry on well after their bedtimes. But alas, Gilbert's residence in the cellar at the base of Thomas' skull proves to be a taxing affair, and they haven't spoken in months. Thomas has taken to the rather haughty insistence that, quite frankly, Gilbert does not exist and that the occasional grumblings and headaches he endures are the result of too much sherry and bad weather. But you and I and Gilbert know this to be a lie. It is this denial, on the part of poor Mr. Grayson, that ends up causing the deaths of several dozen tourists on the East Harbor Ferry. By sheer coinsidence, both Thomas' dogs were on the ferry and met their demise in the arms of Thomas' landlady, who, in an equaly puzzling coincidence, was the only survivor of the horribly preventable catastrophe. She went on to inherit a sizable estate from an agoraphobic cousin, and lived out her remaining years perusing her two greatest passions: hunting quail and amateur pediatry.
My apologies. I have digressed. It's a tiresome side effect of my own cellar-skull resident. His name is Sagel and he refuses to turn down his Estonian pop rock after seven pm. I think he's running an illegal organelle fighting ring. At least he pays his rent on time.
What was I saying? Good GOD SAGEL TURN IT DOWN!!! There's no stopping him now. He's already half deaf to begin with.
So this is where I leave you, delirious and addled by moisture and miniature men. Ta ta web wanderers!
Haiku of the Day:
Sweat drenched twice today
Red noses and colorful
Ruffles abounding
Red noses and colorful
Ruffles abounding
Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Boobook" from Dictionary.com's word of the day. It's an owl native to Australia and New Zealand.)
Today's "365" Project (Make a palindrome, a word that's the same when the letters are switched from forward to backward. It turns out I'm really bad at flipping things around in my head...but I doctored this from a few I found. )
Step on! Deliver Dennis Sagas - sinned, reviled. No Pets.
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