Teenage angst always fun to laugh at
Right, in case you are possibly blind, I will be nice and do up a transcript for you. One of the best observational pieces on the new generation teens and their modern age woes you’ll ever see.
Zuma (also known as the only girl in the comic strip above): I am so (angry face) furious at Mr Levin.
Today he was all (exaggerated mocking face) “Read chapters 11-29 tonight”.
(Pouty face) How am I supposed to do THAT? Jerk!
Nerdy boy’s turn to speak: Zuma, is there any reason that you’re narrating your facial expressions?
Zuma: Skin care! I’m not going to get (eye rolls) wrinkles because of homework!
Interesting enough, I did a Google News search for this lunar eclipse and out of the 26 hits on related top stories, 11 were from India news media outlets. What aren’t you telling us, India?
Oh, and moon, good job on trying to pass yourself off as a giant cookie. Almost got me there.
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
I am looking at making Midweek Beer a compulsory afterwork tradition. Honestly, if you are a corporate rat like I am, it’s a must to celebrate this midweek high. After all, it is an achievement of some sort to get through Monday and Tuesday unscatched.
Of course, go mental and have your ice cold Midweek Beer with crispy pork knuckle on the side. Absolutely brilliant.
Never has pig look so fine
It's the caffeine speaking
A day in the lives of the coffee cups on my desk…
Mr Maersk: How are you today, baby?
Ms Starbucks: Shut up.
brain·ca·tion (brn-kshn, v-)
1. When your brain decides to devote a period of time to pleasure, rest or relaxation. Usually after one has completed shitloads of work.
2. A holiday for the overworked mind.
3. An unfixed period of rest hours, where the brain suspends all mental activities during work to avoid doing work.
4. Archaic The act or an instance of the mind vacating the body.
After slogging through what seems like forever*, my brain went into overdrive together and finally decided to shut down. Today. During work. A mental off day, it demanded. So I spent my full nine hours pretending to be thinking hard about work with occasional furious typing and lots of scribbling. All the while, my brain was happily snoozing on a nice big comfy bed.
*I don’t care if the Gregorian calendar says 10 days, it probably never had to work a day in its Gregorian life.
Feel free to regale me with your mental off days in the comments below.