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So spaketh Opus.
For those who don't remember, Opus was a member of the comic strip Bloom County. And Outland. And I miss both.
And I had NO clue, but Berkeley Breathed, the stripper, is a Papa. And cool as hell. He also has a website.
www.berkeleybreathed.com
Y'can also check out this faboo interview with him... http://avclub.theonion.com/avclub3728/avfeature_3728.html
Speaking of which, if he weren't married, I'd be highly tempted to find him and marry him myself. He's nifty.
Must find more Bloom County. Must.
In other news....
When I left for work this afternoon, I left my keys on the kitchen table. So I had to drop all the stuff I was carrying on the porch, and go around back, climb in my parent's bathroom window, and thence go back downstairs.
This took a little while--15 minutes, to be exact--because A, I hadn't done this in almost a YEAR. And, B, 'cause the rabbit hutch I step on to get in has disappeared into a pile of ratty looking boards.
I, however, am a resourceful housebreaker. Yea, in my floor-length red velvet skirt and boots, even. Sigh.
And, in the rain.
It poured.
Some brokendown lawn chairs provided enough height for me to scrabble in and plant a few toes on the top of the toilet in there. The floor wasn't far behind, happily.
Interestingly enough, I left for work late and missed getting into the accident that was on the sidestreet that heads to the highway. Of course, it could have happened hours before, but... I doubt it.
I'm damned sore, though. Ow.
Oooh. Steve Dallas....Must scan some strips tomorrow--there's a good one of Opus searching for coffee that is very apropos.
hrm. Sleep might be good, too.
Ahem. I have fudeg sticks!
Thank you.
For those who don't remember, Opus was a member of the comic strip Bloom County. And Outland. And I miss both.
And I had NO clue, but Berkeley Breathed, the stripper, is a Papa. And cool as hell. He also has a website.
www.berkeleybreathed.com
Y'can also check out this faboo interview with him... http://avclub.theonion.com/avclub3728/avfeature_3728.html
Speaking of which, if he weren't married, I'd be highly tempted to find him and marry him myself. He's nifty.
Must find more Bloom County. Must.
In other news....
When I left for work this afternoon, I left my keys on the kitchen table. So I had to drop all the stuff I was carrying on the porch, and go around back, climb in my parent's bathroom window, and thence go back downstairs.
This took a little while--15 minutes, to be exact--because A, I hadn't done this in almost a YEAR. And, B, 'cause the rabbit hutch I step on to get in has disappeared into a pile of ratty looking boards.
I, however, am a resourceful housebreaker. Yea, in my floor-length red velvet skirt and boots, even. Sigh.
And, in the rain.
It poured.
Some brokendown lawn chairs provided enough height for me to scrabble in and plant a few toes on the top of the toilet in there. The floor wasn't far behind, happily.
Interestingly enough, I left for work late and missed getting into the accident that was on the sidestreet that heads to the highway. Of course, it could have happened hours before, but... I doubt it.
I'm damned sore, though. Ow.
Oooh. Steve Dallas....Must scan some strips tomorrow--there's a good one of Opus searching for coffee that is very apropos.
hrm. Sleep might be good, too.
Ahem. I have fudeg sticks!
Thank you.
