This is one of those places where, in the animated version, once all is finally quiet again (and while Mary is doing her bet impression of a turtle hiding it's head within it's shell) a single shard of glass falls to the ground with a loud "crash" and a strange, green liquid begins to spray from the crumpled hood...
In other words, it's where the Universe stick's it's tongue out at you. :D
I'm Brigid, not my birth-name, but the one I chose for Confirmation. It's a Catholic thing. Want to learn more about how I grew up? Check out my semi-autobiographical webcomic, Mary Quite Contrary.
The closest I've come to earning a living as a writer is one summer I worked as a feature columnist for a small-town newspaper. I've been telling and writing stories my whole life, though, and, hey, it's something I enjoy. Whether I manage to make a buck at it isn't that important to me.
6 comments:
Oh dear.
*puts an imaginary kitten on Mary's head*
Just think of it as a learning experience, lass. ^^;;
Rob H.
Oops.
This is one of those places where, in the animated version, once all is finally quiet again (and while Mary is doing her bet impression of a turtle hiding it's head within it's shell) a single shard of glass falls to the ground with a loud "crash" and a strange, green liquid begins to spray from the crumpled hood...
In other words, it's where the Universe stick's it's tongue out at you. :D
@Robert: *twitch* *twitch* *pets kitty* ^____^
@Dan: Oh wonderful. I just got an image of the universe giving me a Bronx cheer.
@Brigid: Ha ha ha ha. Sorry, I just couldn't help myself when you made that comment about the Bronx cheer. Bit of schadenfreude there.
Don't worry, be happy. The Universe is an irreverent thing. I know it has definitely given me the Bronx cheer a few times.
@Journo: It seems to enjoy doing that. At least it has a sense of humor, right? (I just worry about its taste for slap-stick.)
And gotta love slipping German into a conversation.
@Brigid: Definitely ^^
I actually have a kitchen magnet back home with a picture of a pigeon on a statue:
"Some days you are the pigeon, others you are the statue"
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