Fin du Monde

ok psychosis is back, but i don't care about this blog anymore to make it seem more valid thus the psychotic disregard for interesting ness or format but perhaps it will stand as an amusing archive for myself or others in future lonely rainy days, you know. something like that.

funny psychosis moments:

last night, my mom suggested i put some beer in the freezer. it was some nice unibroue stuff with corks, so we re-corked it with an already used wine cork. great. on its side in the ice box, foam started oozing through the corkscrew holes, so i had to stand it upright, and also take out the ice cubes that had beer foam frozen to them.

there was some beer foam in the bottom of the ice tray, so i dabbed at it with a damp cloth, but every ice cube nearby stuck to the cloth, and i thought it was pretty goddamn hilarious. i put it in the sink, but that wasn't enough for dear mother. she had to get the ice off of it.

so, she tried to shake them off. they were frozen to the cloth pretty good though, so i suggested she merely run water over them.

she did this, and I don't even know, you might have to try this yourself to see if you find it funny at all. could be a good psychosis meter. the way the cubes individually plopped from the towel into the sink was quite hilarious. probably more hilarious than the macaroni incident of the past summer. (*too bad i don't have an intern to link to that for me. i'm too lazy.)

probably more hilarious than the vintage psychosis of sixth grade plasticine boredom in which the sound of a perfectly round ball of plasticine hitting a hollow desk is the best thing ever. (RIP elementary school. RIP sara king living in canada.)

i wish wes anderson would make a music video goddamn...

and also, the standard poodle in the family still makes cow sounds. Korova.

FIN