it shouldn’t be called sci-fi, it should be called sci-faaaa!*
October 20th, 2008 § 1 Comment
i had a really weird thing happen to me today. i experienced a parallel universe. well, to be more clear, i experienced the effect of a parallel universe. almost the same thing.
anyway, since being here at Chez Boss (sam and i are house- and dog-sitting this week for those that haven’t kept up), i’ve kind of felt like i’ve been on a fully-decked-out self-service vacation. except for the dog part. dogs are cute, except for the part where you have to take them outside! to pee! and poop! blech. (me=NOT a dog person. i will never have a dog. i will also likely never have a baby. i am okay with this.)
**tangent!**
i’m watching “the illusionist” right now. i LOVE ed norton. he is all sorts of hotness and intensity and sex. but anyway. he’s got this weird accent that just sounds so…fake. i mean, about as great as brad pitt’s austrian accent in “7 years in tibet.” THAT great. am really tempted to just put the movie on mute and try to read lips so i don’t have to hear the accent in all its awful-ness.
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ANYway…so, it’s like i’m on vacation this week. because they have…(wait for it)…a TUMBLE DRYER!!! okay, i know that this is probably not that big of a deal to most people (or to anyone but me), but i kinda sorta miss having my clothes tumble dried as opposed to line-dried like half of the UK. call me spoiled, but after 20+ years of having my clothes all soft and warm from the dryer kinda gets you used to the fact, ya know?
i’ve been stocking up a pile of dirty laundry in the utility room to be put through the washer and The Dryer. this morning, i gathered up a last few items and happily hummed my way down the loooonnnnng corridor, around and down the curved stairs, envisioning soft t-shirts and jeans that only took an hour to dry. i got near the bottom, and then, the very last stair simply…disappeared. i know! it was so weird! it went to a parallel universe, i’m telling you! i put my foot to step on the last one, and it just. wasn’t. there.
since i already had momentum built up for the last step (that wasn’t there, may i remind you), i pitched forward and dirty laundry went FLYING. socks, t-shirts, underwear, all over the place. i COULD have face-planted right into the carpet, but my Inner Stunt Double took over and my brain was all “stop, drop and ROLL, bitch!” so i ended up all the way across the foyer, laying on my back and surrounded by dirty laundry.
after i got over the initial shock of being Here and suddenly going There, i started giggling. because if i were watching what just happened? i’d be laughing my ass off. i’m sure as aitch-ee-double-hockeysticks that i looked HILARIOUS. i’d probably replay the scene ten times and laugh just as hard each time i watched it.
so, mr. boss? if you’re reading this and you happen to have hidden cameras anywhere? i’d REALLY love a copy of me, in the foyer, with the dirty laundry.
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*bonus points to whoever can name where that quote comes from.
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