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Truth is Stranger than Fiction...
Nov. 7th, 2011 08:45 pm...because fiction has to make sense.
This just in: Today was a bit surreal. What do I mean? Let me tell you a couple of wee true stories.
1) Just after my break at work I arrived back at my desk to see an IM from my husband which stated: "I had a parrot put a quarter on my shoe :)"
As you can imagine, I blinked a few times before replying: ???
Him: parrot
Him: quarter
Him: shoe
Him: :D
The conversation went on rather in this same vein (read: like pulling teeth) until I finally got some of the story out of him. He told me: "I was standing in line to order food, and a parrot on the ground walked over with a quarter in her mouth and put it on my shoe."
No, he wasn't at Long John Silver's. I asked. Nor did he say thank you to the kind bird...as he was trying to order and not laugh. I also managed to glean the fact that the clerk didn't even mention the parrot. (Common occurrence at this non-pirate related eatery?) The parrot had come along with some guy or other...who I suppose didn't care if it was wandering about distributing quarters. And what became of said quarter? My dear hubby put it back on the ground, and the parrot picked it up and walked away.
I feel a new family term coming on to add to the glossary. Perhaps bizarre occurrences may now be referred to in this manner: "Yes, but did a parrot put a quarter on your shoe?"
I'll have to think on it. But this is only one story from today.
2) Before my morning meeting, I received an email...requesting the use of one of my poems for a podcast. O.O
As you may imagine, I stared a the computer in disbelief and read the email a couple of times. Then I came over all: Hey! Someone likes my poem!
Apparently they found it on SoundCloud. I knew I liked that site.
This is the poem in question:
This is not a proper poem by themusecalliope
After my meeting, I downloaded the most recent episode of the podcast. It's called: The Jackass-Penguin Show's Jazzy Selections, "A down-to-earth compact selection of instrumental jazzy tracks by independent artists." (If you like the modern jazzy sound, you should give it a listen.)
So...I said yes.
Eep.
2a) Apparently my little sister was on the news this last weekend? She was doing a run to support a women's shelter. My sister is cool. That much is at least not strange.
This just in: Today was a bit surreal. What do I mean? Let me tell you a couple of wee true stories.
1) Just after my break at work I arrived back at my desk to see an IM from my husband which stated: "I had a parrot put a quarter on my shoe :)"
As you can imagine, I blinked a few times before replying: ???
Him: parrot
Him: quarter
Him: shoe
Him: :D
The conversation went on rather in this same vein (read: like pulling teeth) until I finally got some of the story out of him. He told me: "I was standing in line to order food, and a parrot on the ground walked over with a quarter in her mouth and put it on my shoe."
No, he wasn't at Long John Silver's. I asked. Nor did he say thank you to the kind bird...as he was trying to order and not laugh. I also managed to glean the fact that the clerk didn't even mention the parrot. (Common occurrence at this non-pirate related eatery?) The parrot had come along with some guy or other...who I suppose didn't care if it was wandering about distributing quarters. And what became of said quarter? My dear hubby put it back on the ground, and the parrot picked it up and walked away.
I feel a new family term coming on to add to the glossary. Perhaps bizarre occurrences may now be referred to in this manner: "Yes, but did a parrot put a quarter on your shoe?"
I'll have to think on it. But this is only one story from today.
2) Before my morning meeting, I received an email...requesting the use of one of my poems for a podcast. O.O
As you may imagine, I stared a the computer in disbelief and read the email a couple of times. Then I came over all: Hey! Someone likes my poem!
Apparently they found it on SoundCloud. I knew I liked that site.
This is the poem in question:
This is not a proper poem by themusecalliope
After my meeting, I downloaded the most recent episode of the podcast. It's called: The Jackass-Penguin Show's Jazzy Selections, "A down-to-earth compact selection of instrumental jazzy tracks by independent artists." (If you like the modern jazzy sound, you should give it a listen.)
So...I said yes.
Eep.
2a) Apparently my little sister was on the news this last weekend? She was doing a run to support a women's shelter. My sister is cool. That much is at least not strange.
