Sometimes you just gotta wonder if it’s held together by rubber cement. Somehow it works out, we’re a few steps behind (always) but it works out. When I was in school I think there were about 200 times a project would blow up, run amuck, dart like a bolt of ugly down lanny’s-gunna-kill-me-street, and I would whip out the rubber cement, pull out the brush and desperately work a make over.
TADA!!!
It wasn’t perfect, but somehow I never got it too bad come crit time. And I’m starting to think, that if there is a god, not only is he equipped with a huge sense of humor but he must carry a HUGE can of rubber cement making small corrections to our ungraceful human fumbles.
Today, I worked a little magic, and even though the computer has taken over and eaten mister rubber cement and the ‘good ole days’, I pulled out that little can of joy and smeared a bit of get-me-out-of-this-juice all over a 50-person, corporate pile-up.
Amen
is it just me?
I wanna play pool damnit.
i so very much miss rubber cement.
hey guess what…..
I have a patio in my new apartment.
Everyone come over and sit in the sun with me, right now.
I miss spray tack
I once glued my head to a pillow with Super 77.
I lost my eyelashes on the right side of my head.
And you know what? I did not care at the time. I was so tired. Just didn’t care. :/
Of course there is a god with a sense of humor. An example was the recent story about the two guys who just attended a big PETA rally about stopping the deer hunting season. But on their way home they ran into and killed a deer with their car. HIGH COMEDY I TELLS YA!!!!!
I can just see them all smug in their car about what a wonderful thing they’ve just done. One turns to the other and says “You know, if we saved just one deer tonight I’ll be happy.” “LOOK OUT!!!!” Scrreeeeechhhh!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a big fan of hunting and I happen to think deer are a damn fine animal, but I am a damn big fan of cosmic irony.
Mihow, that is so funny.