Conservation
In the midst of a busy week at work, I found time to make a garden bloom again. Calling water up from deep inside the ground, I quickly found the beginnings of a river swirling around my feet. The life-giving gift of water sprang from this little hill at the top of the garden.
And then the little hill was suddenly in the middle of parched scrubland. The little hill and its newfound bounty of water brought life to its arid surroundings. Within moments, what had almost been desert before became a lush meadow, a field of grass under a bright blue sky.
Why did I then wake up?
Labels: dreams
Blogs in the Head
While at the
dentist some time back, I remember looking around and being reminded of a couple of blogs.
Applause for
pink cotton and
red sponge.
Labels: blogs, dentist
A sofa is a sofa is a....
There is a place, not far from here, where things happen for me.
I've curled up in it with a good book and a coffee.
I've slept in it, eaten on it and even fallen over it.
If friends drop by, or even if they only telephone, they find me there
I've loved, laughed and cried there, even hurt and healed there.
My sofa just happens to be a sofa. It's supposed to seat two people, but that just means there's room for only one.
How about yours?
The Wicked plink of the North
Sometimes things get too exciting.
Sometimes extra caffeine is more than welcome.
Sometimes extra caffeine becomes a need.
The Wicked Witch of the West was probably crabby from lack of coffee. Otherwise, this
disaster at work might not have happened:
The Lion, Tin Man, Dorothy and Scarecrow watch the Witch as she
screams and melts away -- camera shooting past Winkies in the f.g. -- the
Witch curses as she disappears, finally only her cloak and hat remain on
the floor -- her voice fades away --
WITCH
Ohhh -- you cursed brat! Look what you've
done! I'm melting! Melting! Oh -- what a
world -- what a world! Who would have
thought a good little girl like you could
destroy my beautiful wickedness!? Ohhh!
Look out! Look out! I'm going. Ohhhh!
Ohhhhhh....
How different things might have been if, like the Wicked plink of The North, she had a latte with extra shots of espresso.
Melting... I'm melting....
Yes please....Labels: coffee, plinkzard of oz
My dentist, my friend
My dentist is my friend. My dentist is probably my bestest friend.
Why?
Who else would I trust an hour of my working day to?
Who else would listen to me whine and wail to about toothache?
Who else would I let look into my mouth and at (what's left of) my pearlies?
Who else would I let poke around inside my mouth with a sharp needle?
Who else would I let numb first my tooth, then my face?
Who else would I let loose inside my mouth with a loud, scary drill?
Who else but someone I trust?
That's why my dentist is my bestest friend.
Even if he scares the living daylights out of me....
Labels: dentist, thoughts
I know I'm unremarkable, but really....
At an unnamed kopitiam in the North, a little plink sits down with a book and a latte, waiting for her cinnamon pastry to arrive.
At long last, a movement from the kitchen: the pastry is coming.
Server: o.O O.o o.O
plink: *wavewavewave*
server: O.o o.O O.o *looks past plink*
plink: *WAVEWAVEWAVE*
server: o.O O.o o.O *looks through plink*
plink: *WAVEWAVEW....* Over herelah oii!!!
server: O.o o.O ((((OOO.OOO)))) zOMGBBQFallDownPastrySmash
So there I was, right, sitting in plain view. Everyone could see me. Well, obviously not everyone.
And this happens to me all the time. It's like people can't see me or hear me or feel me.
Do I need a sign over my head with flashing lights that says 'plink'?
The Drudge (Dowan2Go-On)
From the creators of
The Blog(u)The Drudge (Dowan2Go-On)A Horror film by
plinkuSynopsis: According to Malaysian lore, "
The Drudge" is the curse of one who works in the grip of a powerful boredom. Those who encounter this murderous supernatural curse are gripped by a sense of senselessness and the inability to Go-On.
In a little office in the North, a little
plink begins another day at work. Unknowingly opening a large file of quarterly figures, she unwittingly releases the spirits of boredom and the curse is reborn, as victim after victim falls to mindlessness in an endless, ever growing chain of horror.
Labels: absurd movies thoughts
