What made me happy today?

I have a day off tomorrow because it's a holiday (similar to western Labour Day I think), around here it's usually celebrated with barbacues or going to the seaside (3 or 4 hours of drive). I'll probably stay home to complete everything I need to write, submit and clean, and maybe go out for few hours but it makes me really happy that I have three days off and flexible schedule.
 
For the past two weeks, we've been having cold early mornings followed by warm but not super-hot sun by 10am. This pleasant weather lasts until about 10pm, after which we have cold but not super-chilly evenings. (And no rain).

I'm not complaining. I just hope it lasts. (It won't, but that doesn't stop me hoping!) ;)
 
There's a new Lexus LC500 in our neighborhood. Blue, kinda like the one below but all blinged out with custom paint and rims, metallic blue window tint so that it looks like a cross between a Hot Wheels limited edition and a tweenage girl's hair clip. Quite an engine as well, from the deep rumble and high revs it's made.

Why does this make me happy? Because today on my way home from the dry cleaners I beat it in a 500 yard drag race. I ws on foot, on the sidewalk, and it was stuck revving its engine angrily in our town's perpetual main drag traffic congestion. It had about a fifty yard head start on me too, but I blew past it at a gentle walk like it was standing still. Because it was 😀

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Sometimes you find the coolest shit that can inspire stories of your own.

Case in point, this old comic cover art by Russ Manning.
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You have to admit, a Buffalo Bill-style showman trying to rope in African wildlife for his rodeo has a lot of story potential.
 
Sometimes you find the coolest shit that can inspire stories of your own.

Case in point, this old comic cover art by Russ Manning.
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You have to admit, a Buffalo Bill-style showman trying to rope in African wildlife for his rodeo has a lot of story potential.

I like this, but that's one hell of a huge boar. And what's the deal with the guy in the leopard-print undies? ;) I know this isn't supposed to be real, but getting that close to a boar's tusks, without any protection (or even clothes) is a good way to get gored.

Here's another thought, and maybe it isn't what you had in mind ... but perhaps instead of fighting, the boar could defeat the hunters by speaking to them (which would amaze them for a start), and then -- having whetted their curiosity -- it would tell them interminable anecdotes about how its sow should be burrowing right now, and how proud it is of the size of her litter, and how its piglets are such high achievers, etc. etc. (After all, it is a boar ... sorry). ;)

Then, having put them off their guard and lulled them to sleep (perhaps with a joke or two), it could revert to stereotype and trample them at its leisure. Boar One, Hunters Nil -- huzzah! *G*
 
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