13 June 2006

Call my agent

Ugh, where's my motivation, people? Please. I simply cannot work like this. The mind is so empty it astounds. Seriously. Nuh.thing.there. Empty! EMPTY!*


Anyone got any questions I could answer? Like, what's the boiling point of mercury? How long does my dog have to lick his paw before I finally can't stand the slurping noise anymore? Why wasn't I let on to the cheerleading squad in high school?


Sorry. I'm so happy for Persephone, and cautiously happy for Amanda. And in spite of getting confronted with not one, but two pregnant women this Shabbat, I managed to actually feel happy for them. Even without wine.

*Gratuitous Wings reference


At 13/6/06 10:28 a.m., Blogger Meg said...

ProjGen - What the hell is a Tootsie roll at the centre of a tootsie pop?? All very disturbing for the uninitiated, I must say...

At 13/6/06 10:49 p.m., Blogger projgen said...

Meg, do you not have Tootsie Pops in Australia? You poor deprived child! Tootsie rolls are small chocolate logs that look a bit like small animal excrement, but taste chocolate-ish (it's not chocolate like a choc bar, more like choc & coffee with no milk). A tootsie pop is a lollypop with a tootsie roll in the centre. The "how many licks" campaign was one of the most successful advertising campaigns in American history.

Even if we all did find Mr. Owl a bit disturbing...

At 14/6/06 8:59 p.m., Blogger Just another Jenny said...

I love the toostie pop refernce. Paws are better than privates. I swear my dogs going to chew his pecker right off one of these days!

At 14/6/06 10:39 p.m., Blogger projgen said...

Jenny, ew. Of course my dog does that too, it just doesn't annoy me as much for some reason.

Remember the old George Carlin routine? "Why does a dog lick his [crotch]? Because he can! If I could reach my [crotch], I'd never leave the house!"


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