Tuesday, November 14, 2006

 

Travel Emotions


Once upon a time in a land far away, The Mrs. and I saw a store called "Travel Emotions."
It felt like a Symbol. Finally somebody got it right and reflected back to us the fact that change is bad.
Finally somebody had the guts to tell the truth, and that is, moving is just plain A Bitch.
But the bitch part is not forever, and then I'll get fascinating again one day.

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I guess I should credit the art, since I always forget to. Mike Kelley, Comedy & Tragedy Lungs, 1989.
 
Btw peeds, The Mrs. is bummed she missed Prime Suspect. She's in one of the early stages of grief, which is disbelief. Was it a good show?
 
Capt'n, if the Mrs. likes Helen...hell yeah it was real good. Jane Tennyson, or "Gov." as the boys in the department call her, is now an alchoholic. Her father has passed away and her work is suffering because of the turmoil. Oh, and a 14 year old girl was murdered and she was pregnant.
 
My haid is spinning.
 
Cry now, smile later, indeed, lil' brutha. And no, I did not know about your gangsta gig. DOes this officially make you a Ghetto Superstar?
I'm sorry I'm cheezy. My nerves, they are shot. Some day I will laugh again, and gambol with the butterflies, and be funny. Meantime, you guys are ALWAYS welcome to stay with us, we have plenty of room. Dude, we have so many new surf spots to discover now. Think about it. It's insane.
 
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I guess I should credit the art, since I always forget to. Mike Kelley, Comedy & Tragedy Lungs, 1989.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 11:02 AM  

Btw peeds, The Mrs. is bummed she missed Prime Suspect. She's in one of the early stages of grief, which is disbelief. Was it a good show?

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 11:12 AM  

Capt'n, if the Mrs. likes Helen...hell yeah it was real good. Jane Tennyson, or "Gov." as the boys in the department call her, is now an alchoholic. Her father has passed away and her work is suffering because of the turmoil. Oh, and a 14 year old girl was murdered and she was pregnant.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:12 PM  

My haid is spinning.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 1:39 PM  

Cry now, smile later, indeed, lil' brutha. And no, I did not know about your gangsta gig. DOes this officially make you a Ghetto Superstar?
I'm sorry I'm cheezy. My nerves, they are shot. Some day I will laugh again, and gambol with the butterflies, and be funny. Meantime, you guys are ALWAYS welcome to stay with us, we have plenty of room. Dude, we have so many new surf spots to discover now. Think about it. It's insane.

By Blogger The Capt'n, at 2:09 PM  

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