If they wanted us to be truly happy, wouldn’t it be OUR day instead of this Valendude’s? Think about it.
Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean it’s NOT a conspiracy.
The Stormtrooper of Love
Not sure what to get That Special Someone on This Special Day? If he’s anything like this guy, I recommend the newly-released Kalashnikov 5. Yes, that’s right: they released the newest AK-47 just in time for Valentine’s Day. How thoughtful of them.
As for me, well, is there any question what I want? And I didn’t get it for Christmas, either.
I had a friend like that once. I told her "I choose very unsupportive friends". She didn't get it.
Some curious and brave souls have asked me to describe what I’ve been going through (although they seem to wish me to leave out the “gee, it’s taking a lot longer to digest corn” info for some reason: EQUALITY FOR BOWEL UPDATES is what I say! If Mommybloggers can do it, so can I; bloody age-discriminationists! If baby doodies are twit-worthy, so are social media specialist spoor! That’s what I always say, or at least since this afternoon anyway) and I have decided, under pressure, to tell them.
Or rather, because I am lazy and a better artist than me has already done all the work, to show them. To show them, in fact, this video, which neatly captures the feeling of being a patient in the medical system. It is far less Ralph Naderesque and far more Franz Kafkaesque than one might expect, however familiar one is with the concept of hospital care as a whole. Tug on something, and something else starts to unravel. Ravel it up again, and wires go hay-style in places you never even knew you were wired. You spend half the time in the waiting room, 1 third of the time trying to keep your stupid hospital gown from mooning everyone in the ward, 1/20th of the time unconscious and, it seems, most of the rest on WebMD looking up what just happened to you.
And this, my friends, is exactly what it feels like.
I’m posting in stolen hours between meatspace meetups, so my online time is precious and few, so what you’re gonna get is rare, precious, and probably stolen from somewhere else.
So here’s a chart to help you figure out which Star Wars movie you’re looking at. I’ve seen the first one 15 times, but the rest? Meh. In fact, I think they’re what the word Meh was invented for. So they deserve an org chart:
Just what it says, people. Empty your bladders before clicking Play, particularly if you’ve been helping out in any technical help forums. When he gets into the thing with the tray you will lose control
BTW: those Lego figurines’ acting is at LEAST as good as some of the Star Wars actors’.
