Monday, September 10, 2012

For today is a gorilla given unto you

Monday morning features the guessing game called "Who done boo-booed?"


Checking pants for feces.

There are tasks set aside for the greatest of men, doings done by doers, not for doers to check who done doodoo doings.

Checking pants for feces.

If I was T.S. Eliot or DJ Lance, I could make one of them poems out of that:



Anyways.

Would it surprise you if I revealed that I have a hard time making friends?


At first I thought my new buddy reminded me of a bro-heem, which made me keep him at an arm's length emotionally, but now....

There is something in his earnestness, his simple wonderment-


it's almost like he is me....

 

constantly amazed by the world around him....


"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic" -Gallagher


"Oh wow, WOW! That thing stops the door from going smash! YAY hee hee hee!"


"NO way! No way! Oh ha  ha yes! YES! Haaa haaa ghee"

Like we are the same.

38 comments:

  1. I never cease to be distracted and amazed by vending machines, as well. It's like the Mothership, landing at my feet, with a whole wonderful world of snack choices lurking within.

    It's magical.

    I'm pretty sure we would make excellent acquaintances. You might even become my best acquaintance. Not that we'd ever make eye contact or talk, but I'd probably smile at you uncomfortably while waiting for my turn at the vending machine.

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    1. I live my life in the spaces between uncomfortable smiles....which means absolutely nothing, just as I intended.

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  2. That was beautiful Comrade! (sniffling and dabbing at my eyes) You bring the art of feces wrangling to a whole new level with your lovely prose. Let me set you on your poopy Monday with an old Czechoslovakian prayer my Nana PomPom used to say to me before I left for my shifts at the group home when I was but a wee one:
    May the road rise to meet you
    May feces, urine, vomit or semen never sully thy bare skin
    May you alway have oodles of wet wipes and spare sweatpants
    At thy fingertips
    Now and Forever
    Amen
    PS If it makes you feel better, I have to give an enema followed by a suppository to a grown man at 10PM tonight
    I feel your pain
    I feel your pain..

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    1. YUCK! You have the worst job ever. And your NanaPom Pom is gross because she said the word semen.

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  3. if you were he, you could climb inside that vending machine and have quite a feast!

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    1. Hey, you just gave me an idea...I wonder....

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  4. At least the first and second cartoon revealed your beLLybutton, so there is a little more proof that you are human. The picture of the butterfly-ed Gweenbrick made me think of the Monarch from The Venture Brothers cartoon. It seems I have a smaLL stuffed goriLLa somewhere, but I think it is at the old house. Now I am curious as to where my George is .....

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  5. Your world view is fascinating. I think I've said that before. In the Internet world of Same, you are different. We are so lucky to have you!

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    1. Yes, exactly! Heather, you said it PERFECTLY! Hooray for Gweenbrick!

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  6. As a former social worker and as a mother, I may be biased, but I think that our society's most important jobs involve the checking of others' pants for fecal matter. They don't tell you about this in the job interviews, though, do they? Because then who would do that?!

    It is always a journey of self-discovery to read your blog. I now know this about myself: photos of a slack-jawed gorilla figurine choke me up a little bit. What gives?!

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    1. Ha ha! yes! I too, cry at inexplicable things...like the old Beatrice commericals

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  7. These are, perhaps, the most brilliant pictures of an aptly placed plastic gorilla I have ever seen. Truly. I sometimes feel like that little guy- dazzled by the world and unable to speak about it. Thanks for making me feel not so alone in the world.

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  8. I just have to know, which snack food is that gorilla eye-balling? I might have to wrassle him for the peanut M & Ms.

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    1. I already called dibs on the Peanut M&M's when I saw them.

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    2. the incense mints on the far lower right

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  9. I want him to adopt that expression whilst staring up a skirt.

    Not sure how you'll explain the set up, but I think you like a challenge.

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  10. I think the little gorilla gazing up at the towel dispenser is probably the best photo I've seen in a long time. Just perfect! :-)

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  11. Man, that poem is amazing! Truly a work of art!

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  12. I found the reason for his empty, blank stare. There is a paper clip in his head from a botched lobotomy.

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    1. I didn't really know what I was doing, I just waded into the brain and started jabbing stuff

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  13. How can you not just love him ? The look on his face is priceless.

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    1. ps I happen to know a real gorilla who writes a blog and I am going to show him this.

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  14. He's a bit small for my tribe, but the bullfrogs might want to use him as a kinky sex doll.

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  15. So happy to have found you and your gorilla.

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