So, I was looking for inspiration yesterday, something to break some thought blockage (like writer's block but slightly larger scale) and cycling through random images has almost always worked to jar things loose; then I come across this:
I was in my cube at work and had anyone seen me, they might have thought I was having convulsions. I couldn't contain some of my sniggers and tears were squirting horizontally out of my eyes. I realized it might look like I was crying. I had to dash to the copy room to try to recompose myself. For the rest of the day I had to avoid thinking about it or else I would laugh again, which I did in a couple subsequent meetings and had to come up with an excuse as to why. Haven't had anything come at me out of left field, particularly at work, in a while. But dammit a good laugh like that is wonderful.
I tend to stand up and call for the Lord when something really scares the hell out of me, but had I been scratching the boys, like this guy, I might also have nearly emasculated myself. I can just see the whole scenario. Gad, I'm snickering again just writing this.
If you're wondering, it's from the movie Insidious, which my daughter claims is muy scary. I don't really like scary movies anymore, so I may not see it. If I do, I'll let you know.
I also found this pile of extreme cuteness. Warning, if you're a cynic or a tea bagger, don't look:
I've told some people that my main cat, Fuzz, is a hugger. If he's up high enough on something when you walk by, he'll rear up and hug you. Really hug you, meaning he puts his paws around your neck and squeezes. People have always looked at me as though I should consider counselling, but now I have freakin' proof that cats hug.