| Feels like I've been away... |
[Apr. 25th, 2008|04:45 pm] |
...Because I HAVE been away. I helped ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) applepieisgood to move a vintage 1940's radio, vacuum tubes and all, into her apartment. There was some other stuff that happened during the past few days, but I am presently too tired to mention them all. Except for cutting tree branches and bushes and the ancillary work involved with that, which is why I am very tired.
roytheboy, I have been busy, but I have done some work on the business cards. I am actually a little stuck on making the ripples in the water look somewhat convincing, and not like an upside-down radio antenna sending out radial waves of creamy musical goodness. I will not let this project fall on the wayside like I have allowed to do for others, that I promise you here and now, but I probably won't get back to you with the final results immediately. I apologise (British spelling) and hope you understand.
I had a creative flash today, and rather than ignoring it, I decided to act on it. What's here is a challenge for the readers, should the readers choose to accept it. Hidden in the following crappy short story is a category of related items. It is up to you to find out how these items are hidden, to identify the category, and then to identify all of the items in the category. So as not to ruin the fun, comments can't be made directly to this post, (EDIT: I lied. It seems in my tiredness, I forgot to lock comments. Too late, since there is already a comment. Oh wells...) but if you think you have the answer, email it to me (ixnayonthetimmay@gmail.com) Good luck!
Laundry Day
(Is A Very Dangerous Day)
By: Tim Davis
I was already late. I knew that in less than thirty minutes, I had to meet up with Louis. I analyzed the situation, and decided to call him to postpone. Of course I couldn't have come earlier, it says right on the sign above the main entrance that they open at 11 am.
"Hey Louis..what's up?" The typical greeting I give when I am about to lay bad news.
He replied with "Dude, where you been all day, man?"
"The laundromat. I've been washing tons of laundry all day, and on the third load, the dryer went kaput."
"Ah..." he said, in almost a state of disbelief. "Check for a used condom in the lint trap. Latex, as far as I know, can clog the system..plus you don't need semen stains on your clean clothes; a creamy-white color adorning your black slacks doesn't look very professional."
"Thanks" I said with a deadpan face, making sure to say the word such that he knew I was making a deadpan face, even over the phone.
"Look," he said, "I'm just trying to help you out. Make sure the plastic tab thing on the door...make sure it will still connect. I cut it off with a zipper one time, though I don't know how. The dryer refused to work even though I already put in my money and I was so pissed."
"Oh." I opened the door to make sure it would make contact with the sensor. I continued, "In case you didn't know, I was going to be late getting over there."
"It's fine. Get the clothes washed. I don't want to spend the whole drive to Florida holding my nose shut because you're wearing stinky clothes. "
"Okay..I'll see you when I get there then."
Louis is a nice guy. But I don't know what he was telling me that for; it's HIS farts that smell real bad. But I just continued on, pulled out some more quarters and rushed to get the laundry done.
That's the end. I know the story sucked. |
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