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!

 

Last weekend, Mel & I spent our time hanging out with Kevin and Donna, and trying to stop Gabezilla from eating...pretty much everything in sight, including Shady, which is admittedly on par for Gabezilla. It was also a weekend where Kevin and I more than anyone else indulged our inner "Jim Henson fanboy"and watched a slew of old Muppet Babies episodes.

I only mention this because of a disturbing development that has subsequently arisen: yesterday I happened to pass by a store that was playing a Pokemon episode...and Bulbasaur sounded exactly like Gonzo from the Muppet Babies. For some reason, this has brought great consternation to my world. I don't know...I feel as if a part of my childhood has been bent over a table and ordered to drop its pants.

Or my inherent concern might be due to the sudden image I had in my head of a Pokeball being lobbed into the air to the loud proclamation of, "Weirdomon, I choose you!" And then the Poke-Gonzo spots a Chocobo, falls in love and runs off, leaving Ash to face the wrath of some large beast who promptly eats him. (Possibly Gabezilla, though I don't know if he'd spit Ash back out in disgust.)

See? After reading that last paragraph, I bet you're disturbed now too! Look what terror this connection has wrought!

And now, more disturbing developments, which can be best summed up in a few words I'd like to unofficially share with my employers:

Dear Head Office,

On behalf of myself and my ailing stress-reaction system, I would like to thank you for informing me that I had less than 7 days to assemble and train roughly four people to run a winter kiosk in our mall. Sure, you could have informed me of our kiosk's arrival maybe two or three weeks ago, giving me more than adequate time to find a competent crew to run it, but I can understand your desire to see how cute I'd look the second that stunned, "deer in the headlights" expression hits me. And rightly so! At the time, I was certainly feeling that my day had not given me enough undue excitement. But then you blessed me with a near suicidal mission that would probably have resulted in me needing to break the glass of our emergency 'use in case of homicidal rage' box.

Again, I say probably, since when I checked with our mall administration, they told me the kiosk would be going in at the very end of the month. So bravo, Head Office! Way to keep me on my toes with your mixed messages, botched communications and rectal-cranial inversions! I'd applaud if I wasn't once again finding something to break the glass on our emergency 'homicidal rage' box. And believe me when I say that if your near-sighted incompetence was in fact a tangible substance, I'd ram it down your throat until you choked on it!

Thank you, and have a nice day.


Today's Lesson: when Anime and manga titles you like come out earlier than expected, it's good to have someone at the local comic store who sets them aside for you without even asking. Ah, Gemini Jetpack, could I love you more?
posted by Phillip at 8:26 AM

 


"It's a very nice house I built for you guys...try not to burn it down this time, Chaos."

"This time around, the CG is so good you swear you can lick the screen where Cloud's cheek is, and taste the bishiness."

"Gabe, I know you like me, but stop fondling my butt."
posted by Phillip at 6:52 PM