Story time.....
Once upon a time (about 15 minutes ago, actually) I was trying to find a book that I need for class. It was somewhere in my apartment, but I couldn't find it. There were two books actually, one I had found, one I hadn't. So, as I was walking from my kitchen/bedroom tomy living room/library/computer room (I only have two rooms!). I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye on the floor (I have exceptionally good peripheral vision). There was a tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny mouse crawling in between the seven different colored pairs of Converse on my floor in front of my front door. I dropped the book (intentionally, not out of fear!). It was only a small paperback about 150 pages or so (Sula by Toni Morrison, a very bad book). I had considered dropping it on the mouse, but that would just be rude. Then I was reminded about the Monty Python sketch where they talk about how to kill your Budgie and she has a book that says either you can hit it with the book or flush it down the toilet....anyway, I digress. So, dropping the book about a foot or so in front of the mouse paralyzed him, he must of been scared as fuck, poor guy. Have you ever bought blank cd's? You know the spindles that they come in? Well, they have these plastic coverings that are cylindrical and about 5" deep and little more than a cd's width in diameter. I had a spindle of cd's on my desk and I grabbed the cover for it. I held it in the air about 4' up. The mouse started to move. He wasn't scurrying, just walking and minding his own business. I dropped the cover and (I have no idea how the fuck I managed to do it) it fell right on top of him. It didn't land on him, but around him. It didn't even hit him. So I took an envelope and slid it under the container. Upon realizing that it would be to flimsy, I grabbed a notebook and slipped that under the envelope and then pulled the envelope out. I then carried him outside on the notebook. The little bugger didn't deserve death after all. He was just minding his own business and doing his mousy things. I walked a ways from my door, told him if he ever came back that he may not be so lucky next time (and yes, I literally said these words aloud to him as if he would understand). I then lifted up the container and tilted the notebook. He slid off and scurried away. He was definitely scurrying this time....and we all lived happily ever after.
Once upon a time (about 15 minutes ago, actually) I was trying to find a book that I need for class. It was somewhere in my apartment, but I couldn't find it. There were two books actually, one I had found, one I hadn't. So, as I was walking from my kitchen/bedroom tomy living room/library/computer room (I only have two rooms!). I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye on the floor (I have exceptionally good peripheral vision). There was a tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny mouse crawling in between the seven different colored pairs of Converse on my floor in front of my front door. I dropped the book (intentionally, not out of fear!). It was only a small paperback about 150 pages or so (Sula by Toni Morrison, a very bad book). I had considered dropping it on the mouse, but that would just be rude. Then I was reminded about the Monty Python sketch where they talk about how to kill your Budgie and she has a book that says either you can hit it with the book or flush it down the toilet....anyway, I digress. So, dropping the book about a foot or so in front of the mouse paralyzed him, he must of been scared as fuck, poor guy. Have you ever bought blank cd's? You know the spindles that they come in? Well, they have these plastic coverings that are cylindrical and about 5" deep and little more than a cd's width in diameter. I had a spindle of cd's on my desk and I grabbed the cover for it. I held it in the air about 4' up. The mouse started to move. He wasn't scurrying, just walking and minding his own business. I dropped the cover and (I have no idea how the fuck I managed to do it) it fell right on top of him. It didn't land on him, but around him. It didn't even hit him. So I took an envelope and slid it under the container. Upon realizing that it would be to flimsy, I grabbed a notebook and slipped that under the envelope and then pulled the envelope out. I then carried him outside on the notebook. The little bugger didn't deserve death after all. He was just minding his own business and doing his mousy things. I walked a ways from my door, told him if he ever came back that he may not be so lucky next time (and yes, I literally said these words aloud to him as if he would understand). I then lifted up the container and tilted the notebook. He slid off and scurried away. He was definitely scurrying this time....and we all lived happily ever after.
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Idea: MLB logo in SG pink (left of batter) and gray (right of batter, duh) with the SG logo in the lower left hand corner (where the baseball normally is).
~Blayne