an empty place v3.5

This morning I had a great deal of trouble waking up. Yesterday, I got up at 5:30a and realized I'd forgotten to set my alarm. How cool is that. Last night went ahead and I set the butt-crack o'dawn alarm in the living room so I will be forced to get up, out of bed, to turn it off. This morning it sounded and I turned it off then proceeded to climb right back into bed. It was a hell of a morning. Looking for socks Thing One walks up to me, "what is this blue stuff?" He asks while holding an ice cooler with a seeping bruise of deep blue ooze. Hey, that rhymed. Still in a drowsy stooper I took it from him and carefully examined it to determine if the sticky blue stuff getting ready to drip on to the floor was from the obvious puncture in the dented corner or if was from the yummy Teen Titan Hero Pops that seem to be perpetually melting in my freezer. Now I have blue shit all over my hands and have to buy a new ice cooler.

Origami kicks ass. Plain and simple, being able to create something like a penguin or a duck or even a rhino out of a sheet of paper (or get this, a puppy from a business card) is simply amazing. Every once in a while however, I am reminded that my stubby fingers were never meant to properly crease paper. Sure, every once in a while when I get it in me to try, I'll make one or two wicked paper sculptures (then of course they need to put to the elements (fire, water, giant smushing palm attach, you know, QA stuff) but then its papercut city from there on.