Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

Behold the sci-fi/fantasy/comic geek's timeline: http://www.captaincomics.us/forums/index.php?showtopic=1075 From Jedi Knights to Black Adder to the Space Battleship Yamato to Sauron vs. Ghidorah. It's mostly all there. Although it should be known my eyes started to cross before I managed to reach the 1700's.

In other news, Mel's very important lesson of the day is: never wear clogs when you are walking outside on slushy chunks of ice that are only half-frozen and have water lurking underneath, which can subsequently eat both your shoes. You see, as we were walking Shady last night, Mel literally stumbled into a bit of a problem. While I don't think they were clogs specifically, she was wearing the sort of shoes that allows you slide your feet in and out, with nothing else to really hold your feet into the shoe. As we were walking around the school playground near our place, we were forced to cross a rather treacherous area that had only partially frozen drifts of snow and ice. Beneath these unstable mounds were large pockets of unfrozen water.

Imagine Mel's surprise when suddenly the snow beneath one of her shoes collapsed. She lurched to one side as the puddle beneath the snow soaked her shoe and her sock. But this unto itself wasn't really the problem. You see, as she tried to quickly pull her foot out of the puddle, the still semi-solid ice managed to wedge her shoe in place. So poor Mel's foot slid out of the shoe, and she was stuck hopping around on one foot while I in turn had to forcibly yank her shoe out from the ice.

But this unto itself wasn'y really the problem. You see, as she was hopping around on one foot, her other shoe sank into a patch of ice and water. And it too got lodged in the ice. So suddenly Mel's hopping around in just her socks, with both shoes wedged into the snow. I in turn had to forcibly yank both shoes out from the ice. Despite the squelchy socks and cold toes, Mel managed the return home, whereupon she changed her socks and stuck her feet in front of a warm heating register.

I'm tempted to laugh as I reread this...but my self-preservation instincts are kicking in.


posted by Phillip at 7:30 AM