three fun years since but we are back from the mountains and i am celebrating with two showers and also happy sunday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
gratuitous kilo bravo tango
Earlier this week after most of my coworkers had left for the day, I found myself involuntarily confined behind a malfunctioning electromagnetic lock in a small, underground, and seldom visited room in a remote corner of the ice cream factory. Fortunately, I was able to contact a coworker who was present when the lock was originally installed, and then trace the POE cable powering it to a switch which was fortuitously located in the very same room in which I was confined. In the end, I was only stuck for about twenty minutes, but it was a long twenty minutes.
happy fourteenth second wedding anniversary floyd exclamation point
A laughing clerk, a stolen purse, a corner booth, and a nosy radio. It was a very good day.
gratuitous picture of a very tired mumblelard
The yellow hard hat indicates that I am an interloper, a dilettante, not one of the guys, not a man’s man, and not to be trusted. The bags beneath my eyes indicate that it is very early in the morning or very late at night depending on how you judge these things. The frown indicates my impatience with this latest crisis at the ice cream factory. The padded walls are a memory of moments past or a premonition of things to come. The vintage old man jacket is just a sweet ass piece of gear.
gratuitous picture of a failed retinal scan
gratuitous picture of mumblelard’s snow day orange hat shower optional bed head
(image via floyd)
southern snowstorm
Archival photograph from the biggest snow day we have had in Atlanta (even better than this one). It was not good sledding snow, but it was perfect for rolling huge snow man torsos and crunchy exploding snowballs. The dirty dirty is supposed to get wicked cold next week, so maybe we will get to do it again.
(left to right: floyd, orangina, mumblelard, fallie, finn)
are you the king of anything? king of the lanes at the local bowling alley? king of the trolls? king of a clandestine land found under your floorboards? on a scale of one to ten what would you consider the likelihood of you being assassinated?(quote via stranger than fiction, image via committee for the usurpation of mumblelards)
gratuitous picture of mumblelard’s commuting demeanor
Intense yet blank, eight hours a week, one thousand two hundred miles a month.
gratuitous picture of mumblelard and fallie on the day after thanksgiving
Fallie tops the tree on the odd years, but as soon as one of them is as tall as me, I get a turn again.
gratuitous picture of mumblelard in the former ice cream factory
gratuitous picture of a couch nap
gratuitous picture of the double piggy back takedown banned in seven states
Obviously they forfeited the match and I won by default, but my back is still saying that I lost.
gratuitous picture of a delicate flower (with bed head)
In our house, calling someone a “delicate flower” attributes to them the most witheringly frail degree of contemptible wimpiness, but I have to admit* my excessive sensitivity to these stupid time changes. If I were to assemble a list of optimistic responses to the imminent end of civilization as we know it, I would have to put the demise of daylight savings time near the top of the list.
*I can admit it here in this forum but never to those blond demons that I live with. One hint of weakness and they will surely attack.
