attack of the sillies
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bubble soccer

June 28th, 2013

This is how I imagine a game of soccer would go between teams filled with individuals who had telekinetic abilities. :)


it’s a thing

June 27th, 2013


Someone once told Andrew that he reminded them of the character Nigel Thornberry. On a lark I looked up this character on YouTube, and then showed this to Andrew, who promptly died. Yep, that’s him, bad accent and all.

Also, people have put this “blargle” to various soundtracks, famous movie scenes, and music. Search for “Nigel Blargle” and have fun.


June 27th, 2013

Andrew’s watching an ancient TV show called Quincy on Netflix. The opening credits always make me snarf. A voiceover tells you you’re about to witness the fascinating world of FORENSICS, while the actor who plays the title character holds up various autopsy instruments over a sheeted body, and then you see all the students gathered around, getting nauseous as the doctor begins his work. It’s funny, and also disturbing.


I’m picky

June 25th, 2013

Pandora seems to think that jazz and Dixieland are the same thing. Nope, as soon as the banjo gets put in there, I’m out. lol

impersonating the cat again

June 21st, 2013

Andrew and I are cuddled up in bed. The cat comes sauntering up on my side.
Me, as the cat: “And now, I shall come over here so that I may ignore you more closely. I’m totally ignoring you now. Hey, why aren’t you noticing me? There, that’s better, I’m ignoring you.”
And then:
Me: “Your hands are unclean–yes, a little more to the right. Your appendages are unworthy of touching my luxurious–ahh, down further, that’s it–your digits shall not defile my person–do you mind? Yes, that ear. Ahhh.”
Andrew: *cracks up*

and winter, nearly six months hence

June 20th, 2013

Local news station: “Summer 2013 arrives on longest day of year.

My response:

questionable hand movements

June 20th, 2013

This is probably fake but it still makes me cackle.

kiss shavings

June 18th, 2013

Andrew had bought me this hand-sized large Hershey’s Kiss, and we’d been slowly nibbling on it. We finished it this morning, save for a plate of shavings from the cutting I’d done previously to knock it down to smaller chunks. I had left the plate on my desk, hoping to nom upon the shavings at some point. I came into the room to find Andrew faceplanted into the plate. I started laughing loudly, startling him. The plate jiggled and then he set it down and looked at me guiltily, and then started chuckling too.

tree’d knees

June 15th, 2013

There’s something decadent about a long shower and defoliating one’s legs, and sipping a cold homemade iced tea afterwards, on a hot day.

A friend’s comment: “So, how many plants were growing on your legs?”

My reply: “There was an entire forest I cut down, but at least it wasn’t old growth.”

musical Andy

June 14th, 2013

Andrew’s had such a terrible time with gas lately (and says there’s no correlation with the large influx of meatball sandwiches he’s enjoyed of late, ha) that it’s become a thing to giggle about. Now when Andrew tenses his tummy, I immediately put my hand on his stomach, to which the flatus ends up sounding like, “ToooOOoooOOOooOOoOOoOOoot.”

“Cut that out!”