The Language of Love

I prosrastinate and can't multi-task...oh the burdens of being a male.

I tend to play with my food. Childish, I know, but nevertheless amusing.

 

My cereal of choice is shredded wheat. Because, you know, the pieces look like tiny bales of hay. And so I can be Horsezilla -- a giant, mutant, equine terror out of a cheesy Japanese monster flick -- chomping down the bales of hay that the puny humans have offered me in hopes that I don't decide to CRUSH Tokyo under my thunderous hooves.

 

-- Nephele

(Tossing my mane in contempt of the puny humans. Snort.)

@ mental image of Nephele the Equine terror...

 

Where's Gamera when we need him?

Gaius to the rescue!

Stick a feeding tube up your nose; strap some feeding fluid to your head; bang on a drum while whistling Dixie; read your horrorscope from a music stand attached to your ears, and walk into the world. Now you're multi-tasking! Where you use up good air, in kali4kneeya, no one will think you odd in any way.

 

You are truly an odd fellow. This is not a novel statement, but a further reinforcement of known facts.

What do you call a woman balancing a pint of beer on her head while playing pool???

 

Beatrix Potter!

 

Now that's what I call multi tasking!

Sheesh, I can't even play pool when single-tasking and sober...

You are truly an odd fellow. This is not a novel statement, but a further reinforcement of known facts.

 

You, of course, mean an Odd Fellow.

Thanks.

Indeed. Can't have Pater Arcanae with ruffled feathers!