My keys...

[phrasemuffin]

... let me lose you them.

Yah, that's pretty much it.

I have a hole in one of the pockets of one of my pairs of jeans. The pair I wore to uni last week to be specific. As I only have uni two days a week so far, this is how their mornings went:

Day 1 - "Oh hey Andy*! Nice to see you. My keys just fell out of my picket through my pants leg, so don't worry about giving me a lift to uni or anything. I'll just put them in a different pocket."**

Day 2 - [silence] (No Andy. No pocket-falling to respond to. No putting keys in other pocket.)

so on Day 2 I lost my keys. I won't be wearing those jeans again until I fix that damn hole. And, in case you find a lone set of keys, if they are a triplet with no cheesy keyring-like adornments, and two are angular while one is rounded... can you give them back to me? *puppy dog pouty eyes*

Day 2 (Wednesday) was also the day I saw Highly and was finally able to have a hot beverage on campus. It was a good thing I saw you, actually, because I was about to cave and get one anyway. I guess fortune really does favour the insane.

And how do we know that I'm insane? Well, apart from losing my keys in a pair of jeans so recently proven to be capable of dropping them, upon hearing about Emergency Ponchos for the first time today, and having them described as "plastic bags with hoods" (sadly without any emergency provisions like human rations and/or screwdrivers, sonic or no), this was the image they conjured:

Apparently, though, they're just the normal plastic ponchos you use like a raincoat. What a let down :( I think the term Emergency has here been used a touch too losely. I say we sue for false advertising! Who's with me?

Also, hello areyoustrange! Welcome to my paradise of weirdness!**** :D



* My dad's business partner who occassionally rocks up at our house. 'Cause my dad works at home, as does Andy. Also, when he "just so happens" to arrive when my dad is getting a quote on solarly powering the house***, it means he can get a free quote too!

** You (mostly) all know the tangentalness of my thought-patterns.

*** I like to really bury the lead, you know? Also, can you footnote a footnote?

**** I have just come to the realisation that I am considerably less weird than I used to be, or at least once professed to be... this makes me sadder than emo tears. :(

Comments

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

I was all prepared to link you to that areyoustrange post, but you have beaten me to it.

Sigh.

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

Dude, that's how I found out! Silly B.

I still fail to see how they are of any extra use in an emergency as compared to your average found-at-most-outdoor-concerts-these-days ponchos. Do they repel tigers? Do they have GPS/Will they alert others with GPS to your location if you become lost? If you run out of other survivors to eat, do they double as inflatable rations? Can you make escape vehicles out of them? Are they at least flourescent so you don't get run over while trying to cross the street to your local police station in the rain and darkness?

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

Also, how cute is the kid in his emergency poncho?! He's wearing grown up clothes!!!

tee hee - he thinks he's people.

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

He thinks he's people. Awww.

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

He has multiple personality syndrome! Sheesh, don't be such a prick. :P

Oh hey, random question! Multiple Man, from X-Men; do you think he has a single consciousness between all his clone bodies, or do you reckon they're all individuals? Or something in between, like they're all individuals but they're linked to the original.

Also, I just reread The Problem With Susan and, while I still think it's a leap to say it's the same Susan, I don't think it's too big a leap. No money after the crash making her give up her nylons and lipsticks and parties... it's realistic. Plus she does think it horrible that she's old and smelly, more than just implying an echo of her former vanity. But the real reason I'm telling you that I just reread it is that the witch/lion sex is barely there at all. I don't get why you guys were so "EWGODNO" about it, beyond the beastiality. You were "ew god no" about it, weren't you?

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

I was just creeped out, far more than EWGODNO. Creepy creepy creepy. An', yeah, there's that vanity there.

Say, you have that collection? Can I borrow it?

Um...I'm not familiar with Multiple Man. If I was to write him, though, I would make that the central question of the piece.

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

Oh ok. Fair enough.

Yes and yes. I did just accidentally kick it, but if you're ok with that, you're welcome to borrow it. But... how did you read The Problem Of Susan?

dang.

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

I read it in the bookstore. :P

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

Are you coming on Friday to The History Boys? If so, I'll bring Fragile Things with me then.

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess I'll HAVE to, then. I suppose.

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

I'm going to ignore any surface sarcasm that may or may not be there (how would I know; I'm ignoring it) and remind you that there are other options. I may, after all, forget the book in my rush to get there on time-ish.

[goblinpaladin.livejournal.com]

Well, bring the book and I'll probably be there. WE SHALL SEE.