Oct 23 2009
Funsters
Really: I’m not kidding. There is too much work here. I mean, look at what we had to do today in a certain Class-That-Shall-Remain-Nameless, in which our group tends to be dynamic.
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Geese are leaving here in droves. I think I even saw a gaggle or two. —”Take me with you,” I call to the skies. But they turn their heads down toward me as one, laughing vindictively at my church-lady wool hat, and continue on toward warmer climes.
That’s great and all, but why aren’t YOU playing? Therein lies your problem.
Look very carefully midway through and you’ll see the camera point down to the ground and some red pants and glow-in-the-dark black socks stomping up and down. That’s me. (Also known as Naîveté Stature.)
I SEE YOUR FEETS!
See also: http://tehhen.tumblr.com/post/222021104/this-is-my-mother-working-hard-on-her-masters