19 January 2011

Afraid.

[First of all, we are currently trying to make Captain Cougar Train's funny stories make sense, so his introduction will take place later. Until then, more absurdity from My Real Life.]

I’ve come to realize as of late that what I call “having a contingency plan” is what most people refer to as “irrationality” or “fucking nuts.” For example, my roommate went out of town for a week and I was by myself in our big spooky house. My mind naturally began to wander over to the dark side, where bad things could happen to me while alone in a house.

Think of it as a dark spiral from this to this

The following real gchat conversation happened between my work BFF and me. I have chosen to refer to him as "coworker" because I think he'd be creeped out if I called him work BFF, since he keeps claiming we're not actually friends. Like anyone can resist my friendship.

me: Being in that place alone for a week is SCARY

coworker: how scary?

me: very.

very very scary.

coworker: human centipede scary?

me: yes.

coworker: wow

me: it sounds like people are IN my house

coworker: eek

me: I know

I KNOW

makes me wish I lived in a secure building again

what if someone breaks into my house and kills me

it could happen!

it's not hard!

coworker: it would also be easy for someone to shank you walking down Forbes Ave in broad daylight

you afraid to walk down Forbes now?

me: no.

my house being broken into is not completely unreasonable haha

coworker: no, nothing is

but it's not necessarily likely

me: oh whatever

not like my roommate is much protection when he's there anyway haha

It's just that if I were trapped under something, he'd find me faster than someone who noticed I'd been missing for a week

coworker: I think we'd notice

me: but how long would I have to be trapped under something before someone would come a-knockin’

like a large bookshelf

coworker: a day, tops?

me: or the washing machine

coworker: do you even have a large bookshelf?

me: I do

with many books

coworker: how do you get trapped by a washing machine?

me: many heavy books

coworker: are they leather bound?

me: every single one

perfect for trapping

also, my entire vinyl collection

which is super awesome

coworker: hipster.

me: how many hipster points do I get for having ABBA's great hits?

coworker: they had hits?

me: ........

you disgust me.

ok quitting time see you tomorrow!

coworker: kbai!

don't get trapped under anything!

me: see then it'd be more than a day!

if I immediately became trapped under my bookshelf when I got home


[at this point a hour passes and return to gchat at home]

me: I am sitting far away from my bookshelf




Irrational Fear: Fun For Everyone

-Lady

17 January 2011

The (third?) Revival of The Deathy Times Begins Today. Get on Board, Homeboy.

Dearest ladies, gentlemen, and various and sundry (<-- did you know that is two words...and. sundry? This girl thought it was one...insundry...for 25 years...glad we cleared that up...annnnnyway) other followers,

The Deathy Times has been hit hard by what some are calling a "recession." It causes those of us with jobs to work twice as hard as our forefathers did, and it causes those of use without jobs to be so depressed about the state of our finances that we can't possibly be funny enough to write blog posts. Fortunately enough for all (five) of you faithful readers, The Deathy Times has found new life blood, which has both provided a little extra something to the blog's fountain of whatever and promised supplementary posts, to enrich the quality of all of our lives. As such, we're back. Please, please try to contain your excitement.

Some (maybe four?) of you are probably saying: "listen, crazy pants, you promised me new life blood a year ago and it was nothing but a one-night stand. You shattered my hopes and dreams, and left me carrying my Spanx and my dignity home in my Michael Kors bag. Why should I give you another chance??" To you, I say: I'm super-sorr about the bag, but I didn't mean it and I'll try my best not to do it again. I also think that, given the new contributor we have on board at the moment, things could get really good....really quickly.

So now, I introduce to you the reviver of The Deathy Times, who has injected us all with a new fervor for hilarity in writing: Captain Cougar Train. Captain Cougar Train is, to be frank, a magnet to the silliest and floppiest cougars in the DC Metropolitan Area. When the captain blows his whistle, the Cougars come a-runnin' and the normal 20-somethings ladies duck for cover or make for the hills, lest they be trampled or torn to bits. The captain finds his ladies in all shapes, sizes, and corners of the burbs and city, and try as he might to fend them off, they either follow where he goes or send one of their compatriots his way. His stories are many and varied, and The Deathy Times will share them all with you. Starting.......tomorrow!

Because two posts in two days is a step towards righting a universe that has been without consistent Deathy Times love for so many months. Until then, hide your kids, hide your wife, and hide your husbands.

Love,
The Mayor