Part 4 of Lack and the Potato Mine


Lack could not sleep at all that night.  He loved his parents and had thought they loved him too.

He knew that they loved him less than his long lost brother Wilhelm, but it never mattered much because he had been missing since before Lack was born.

Never had he imagined that they might see him as an emergency food supply.  It was no wonder that they had allowed him to get so porkulent, he thought to himself.

He lay awake and prayed to the pointy stick for help.

Hours passed and so did Lack’s last fragments of hope.  He had almost come to accept his fate when he heard a terrific “B’shoom!” from outside.  He ran to the window and beheld the sound’s origin.  It was a round hole in the earth with smooth sides that appeared to descend forever.

If you saw it, you might be reminded of a manhole with no cover, but such things were not known to Lack.  He was reminded simply of the impossibility of such a hole digging itself all at once in his yard.  He remembered then that it was in the exact spot that he’d left the pointy stick the night before.

He wanted an escape and here it was!

The only challenge would be to get outside without waking Mother or Father.


A cautionary tale of some other family’s holiday party

Stomach Ache microbe

Image by nickstone333 via Flickr

I’ve already forgotten
the mushrooms au gratin
and you’ve all remembered that

Nobody remembered
to wash out the blender
although you remembered the cat

Your cat just sits still
and gets fed by Fitz-Bill
who shouldn’t be wearing that hat

If he keeps feeding
and Myrtle keeps reading
his stomach may go ‘splat’

And none would be thankful for that.

Trying new WordPress theme.


Just because.  Should I keep it ‽

edit:  It is again changed!  I really like the layout of this one, but the background isn’t very elevator-ish.  I guess it could be a glass elevator underwater.  Or something…


Hypothetical schizophrenic conversation fragment

Who are you?
You are Hugh
Hugh is who?
Hugh is you
Can Hugh have stew?

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Today, Sunday, the eighth of August, Twenty Ten, is a very special day for me.
On this day, my mind is empty and has no reason for posting anything.
I don’t think you’ll mind this, since you don’t exist. Nor will you tomorrow, but I’m sure I will post things for you anyway.