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Sealed With a Something
Today’s post was sent in by my friend Esther (of “Done Got Caught” fame), and–
OH COOL, IT’S A PILE OF DEAD STUFF.
I think it’s supposed to be a family of seals, and I guess it sort of looks like that. It also looks like A PILE OF DEAD STUFF. Is it art? It’s art, right? I can just picture it:
“HEY BILL, WANNA DO SOME ART?” “WHAT KIND OF ART, BOB?” “WELL, I GOT THIS DEAD RAT…” “HAVE YOU CONSIDERED CHOPPING IT UP BILL?” “OF COURSE BOB, THAT’S THE FIRST THING I DID. HEY, LET ME SEE THAT ROCK…” <five minutes later> “HI, IS THIS THE MUSEUM? I’D LIKE SOME MONEY PLEASE.”
(I actually imagine this is how most art happens. I’ve been to museums before; you can’t fool me.)
Siege of the Pot Golem
Snot!
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…I’m sorry; I just wanted to start this post the same way I started my day: with a big steaming pile of nose goblins. And they weren’t even my own. When I stepped out of my car at the first sale of the day, I was greeted by this guy just…blowing it all over his driveway. Like he was putting salt down to melt ice. I was afraid small children might slip in the alarmingly large puddle forming near his shoes, but he didn’t seem to think it was weird. Maybe I should be thankful it was just snot.
After that explosive start (at least for him), I might’ve just taken it as an omen and headed right back home, perhaps muttering some clever jokes about how “well, that’s southern Connecticut for you!” (and secretly counting the days until we move to Ohio, which I’m told is a fantasy land of everlasting sunshine [citation needed]), but not this day. Thank goodness, not this day.
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