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i would like to know if anyone other than my mom thinks it's acceptable to make a zamboni chase a litter of kittens.


----EDIT:

metaphorically. :) (feeling better about it now.) She likes asking me to do one thing, and then while I am deeply mid-task in that singleminded and very steamrolly or ice-smoothy big-machine way I get, ask me to -switch tasks- (and/or multitask) to/with something that has a completely and utterly alien set of rules and practicalities, that would really be best served by a nimble and untiring octopus with a thoroughly elastic physical structure.

hurr hurr

M'Onel has arrived.
Cosmic Boy sits on M'Onel.
M'Onel oooohs.
M'Onel ooofs, too.
Cosmic Boy LAUGHS.
Cosmic Boy says "Dude that sounded /so wrong/. Talk about a way to make Jenni cry."
M'Onel snickers and nods.

Flashbacks.

Listening to Kid A -- the entire album, that is -- brings me right back to 2000. And to lying in bed at dawn, at Montclair State University, looking across the river and roads and trees at the pink and orange glowing New York City in the morning mist.

It reminds me of how far I thought I'd come, and how far I still know I have to go.

It makes me calm.

It brings to mind all the people I know I miss, and all the people I didn't even know I'd forgotten. It always does.

It always hurts in a good way.