||[Aug. 29th, 2005|10:22 pm]
Part 2 of the golden idol story is done. I actually know where it's going. It should wrap up in two more installments, I think. Also, for consistency's sake, I took pictures of the lawn after mowing. If you're *really* interested, the pictures are here and here. All it really did was demonstrate how brown the grass has gotten. It looked a lot healthier before I cut it. Maybe I should water it or something. Meh.
Here's your philosophical question for the night.
If you could have one selfish wish, what would you most want right now? Answer in 2 parts: a) flippant, clever answer, and b) honest answer.
Grass is the shackles of the middle class. We will overcome with furniture!
a) braaaains, because I'm a zoooommmbie
b)i want my store to be finished and open. bleh.
I like this Golden Idol thing. It's a shame we have to wait so long to see it end.
Mowing the grass is bleh, but theoretically necessary.
A) An enormous penis.
B) The ability to travel instantly between Austin and Boston.
P.S. Did you find your The Stone script? You forgot it in the green room. I put it on the podium before Lyrix.
a) a large chocolate cake
b) some talent that actually satisfies me rather than frustrates me.
DAMN YOU GRASS!
a)That pizza up there in Panel 1 looks mighty fine (mmmm...Pepperoni).
b)The ability to support myself (as in - make money) doing the things I love (improv, writing, performing, makin out with Roy).
Damn, I want what he wants. I forgot to eat dinner, and now I'm ravenous.
Ditto, only I haven't had breakfast. Cold Domino's thin-crust pepperoni and bacon pizza...<drool>
Just look at those mounds bubbly cheese, the crisp, flaky, baked to perfection crust, and all that delectable pepperoni, thinly sliced and sizzling with flavor.
a) I want a golden idol that worked and gave me a pizza, and a car, and noble-minded world peace.
2) I don't know. Not to worry about finances, I guess. I'm really starting to feel the pinch of rising gas and energy prices, I want to get out of the apartment and into a house, and while I do like my job, I wouldn't mind making money doing something else like writing or improv (ha).