Woah, have I been busy.
Yesterday I clipped my toenails, took a shower, went food shopping, de-waxed my ears, made one phone call and watched a small bug crawl across the windowsill. Unfortunately, I was startled out of my daily grind of inactivity by a cleverly camouflaged, rabid and feral dust bunny.
Yeah, a dust bunny.
There I was sitting in my Aeron Chair of Back Pain Relief trying to create HoBiscuit’s requested Hello Geeky skin (now available), when I decided to reach for one of my gel-filled, carpal-tunnel-relief squishy-balls. Normally, I just reach across the desk and pick one of several up from right above my drawing tablet, so I wasn’t even looking at what I was reaching for when I reached for it. Imagine my surprise when my hand closed on not the firm, yet yielding squishiness of my favorite item of hand-based stress relief, but on something hollow, scratchy, hairy, dirty and altogether disgusting.
The Evil Dust Bunny of Horror.
Usually I’m a very clean person. I vacuum, I put things away, I wash between my toes, but for some reason dusting is anathema to me. It’s like my kryptonite. No matter how bad it gets, I just can’t seem to get myself up off my lazy behind and take the three minutes time necessary to dust my apartment. I even bought Swiffer rags because I thought taking the spray-cans of polish out of the equation would somehow make dusting more ‘hip’ and ‘cool’. Unfortunately, I was sorely disappointed. Not by the Swiffer’s effectiveness, because they did work as advertised, but by the fun factor of using them, which was almost nil.
Where’s the fun in dusting if you can’t pretend you’re Godzilla raining nuclear, fire-breath-death on the dust-mote denizens of mini-Tokyo?
So today I have two missions. First, to use my omnipotent powers to smite the dust bunny infidels from the face of my world. I will do this by a combination of nuclear-fire-breath and Mothra-like rags of doom. Second, I will try to find some work so that I will be able to eat something more nourishing than Cup-O-Noodles (now with more real beef!) or Mac N Cheese.
Web/Print/Graphic Designer. Will work for food.
The thing is, of course, that healthy food (potatoes, bread, cabbage), is really so much cheaper than the things you list. But where’s the profit in vegetables?
Combine aerosol cans with a lighter for all your “fiery death from above” on the fluffy citizens of the darker corners and recesses of your apartment needs.
Funny, we have the same resume. Is yours written on a cardboard sheet too, frayed around the edges?