Mailbox Monday

I found Percy’s house and wonder if the Easter Bunny is really the Fat Controller in a rabbit suit.

A Fraction Out

Most things in life are absolute, you live or you die, you achieve successes or you fail. Then there is that area that does not fit on the black and white scale. That area that makes no sense and you find that leads to a wonderland when you explore it. It is much like a hidden station that is ready to whisk you away if only you can find its entrance. You usually find it hidden and in plane view, it was always there but because it did not fit into your black and white scale, it doesn’t look anything like you perceive it should.

It reveals itself at the most unusual time, when you are near breaking point and not on one platform or the other and you don’t find the entrance but stumble onto it when blindly fleeting form one to the next. It is that wrong turn that finds you in a place you have not been before. There you are so over come with confusion and wonderment that the state that found you find this place fades and there you are left to explore a grey area.

You don’t know what to find here but the more you look the more you find and reality seems to disappear. But you have made the tragic mistake of leaving yourself contactable. The world you left behind is hunting you down to bring you back to black and white. So you leave your little novena as those thoughts in this place would spoil it.

But I have found the entrance to my platform 9 ¾ and no hospital or doctor is taking that away from me. I stand on the precipice of a new horizon whose soil I will spoil either with boots or wheels. Either way it is a land that I will return too and never come back form.

Pee TV

In my travels I stumbled onto an idea that I think is both interesting and wrong. While the pic above may seem innocent enough but its location is what has me worried. Now it may be true that some men cannot go without their sport but a restaurant has taken it to the extreme for this little screen is locate at eye level above a urinal. There is something not right standing next to a man expelling his bodily fluids and getting excited at his team about to score. Or seeing men huddling together to see the game while peeing either. While it may be a novel concept, the thought of rouge trouser wetting is off putting.

Blowing Off Steam

Some people will go to extreme measures to blow off a little steam.

Tea Party Blues

I wrote earlier about a buck’s party that should more aptly be labeled a “Tea Party”. I have two brothers that are currently engaged. I wrote my mind on the fiancée to the groom to be but it is my other brother’s fiancée that has me up in arms. The best man decided that if there was to be no stripper that he would employ a lingerie waitress to serve drinks and nothing more. Honestly you would see more flesh at any beach on any given sunny day than what was on display that night.

That being said, the fiancée in question has left my brother on the grounds that he had lied to her about the going on’s at the bucks party, a brother that left when she waitress turned up so as to avoid this problem. I have two pussy whipped brothers. The image above was not taken at the event but is what the two fiancées would like to believe that even was like. So to aid them I have done a photo shop composite to help their image because there was nothing I could take at the event that could suit.

Unwanted Memories

This is the dread every time my friend comes around; he always wants to walk down memory lane. Today he saw a project I was working on and later sent me a picture I had long forgotten. The original to the picture above was taken many years ago. I thought I had lost all photos of me when I was younger but apparently there is still one in his possession. So he sent me a scan of this one because he knows that I am going to burn it if I ever get my hands on it. Since I broke my back, memories like this, is something I don’t need.

Mailbox Monday

I found the Fintstones