Sorry, it's been a busy week, and really, who wants to hear me bitch more about how my keys are still missing? BUT, because I care, I offer the following options in lieu of a real entry.
Option #1: go read the new entry on my bike blog.
Option #2: A new skull pen video is below for your viewing pleasure:
Still no keys? Que lastima!!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the totally kick ass and well-deserved win of the skull-a-day song contest. Truly that was teh dope. You got one in mp3 format you are willing to share so as I can put it in my iTunes library? :-)
ReplyDeleteOh, and I think you should carry the skull pens around so that when dummies ask you stupid things like "did you look in your purse" you can have the skulls pens punch them FOR you. See? You can't press assault charges on a plastic robot skull pen. Well you could try I guess, but they wouldn't stick. It would make for even more great video too.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE THAT IDEA. I really do. I'm thinking of keeping one on my desk for when the mailroom guy comes to borrow a piece of tape. I should also mention that it was my brilliant husband who made the song and won the contest. I just help with the regular skull pen wrangling.
ReplyDeleteGod, I love the skull pens.
ReplyDeleteI'm a big dummy, I must have missed the link to the mp3 in the original post from Skull-a-day because I was too busy lovin on the skull pen vid. The song is now happily living in my techno playlists in my iTunes! Hooray! skulladay bop bop bop....bop bop. You got anymore of his tracks?
ReplyDeleteThere has to be some appropriately Infernoesque way to have the skull accost him with tape when he arrives--something Dante would approve of--maybe attach little loops of tape to their tiny plastic fists and when he comes around they can punch those loops up his nose? I bet the superfluous hair up there would grab the tape off. Then they can say in their most diabolical little snide voices, "you want tape now? hmmm?" You know what I mean by tape loops right? Like the ones you used to attach your Garfield posters to the wall in your room with when your parents wouldn't let you hang things with tacks or anything other than the sad remainder of an ancient roll of 3M Magic Tape; so, like 20 minutes after you put the thing on the wall one corner was already sagging and listing, most of the way toward taking the whole thing down and tearing it in the process...oh wait, that was ME, not YOU ;-p
Seriously, where have you been all my life?
ReplyDeleteI'm like a guardian diablo, I only come when you need me ;-P
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