Loki has discovered a magical tiny hole under one of the kitchen cabinets that leads to an unreachable compartment behind the wall.
We have no idea how to get him out again because it’s too prickly, dirty, and scary on the other side for him to climb out.
Have I mentioned that my hamster Batman died this way back in 1987? I am freaking out.
I am just tickled pink that there are people out there excited to look like this:
I feel like I need to start the Internet Barbarian League or something.
Hooray! The Internet wins again. I finally discovered the source of the mysterious underpants in my guest room. They belong to a friend who lives far away and stayed here a while ago. However, happily two other friends will be seeing him soon and are willing to mule the items to him:
Subject: The gaping void in my bedside drawers
Date: December 20, 2011 8:15:05 AM PSTMadam,
I do believe you are in the possession of my underpants. And sock.
Now this simply won’t do. I have our friends’ agreement that you can pelt them at them at a convenient juncture by which route they are more likely to return to me.
(If you would rather be rid of the accursed items/wish to tear them to more useful shreds/simply leave them on the Internet I can reconcile myself to this fate – you have been Steward to them quite long enough,..)
Salutations
Naturally I was elated to have found the owner of these mysterious underpants, and so responded immediately:
Subject: Re: The gaping void in my bedside drawers
Date: December 20, 2011 8:32:22 AM PSTMy Dear Sir,
I am deeply mortified if in any way I have caused offence in detaining your underpants and sock. However please let me assure you that at no time were these items held prisoner by me. To the contrary; indeed the knickers demonstrated a knack for remaining most assiduously hidden betwixt the coverlet and footboard, where they appear to have been spending time in happy isolated contemplation of their role in the universe.
Whilst it would grieve me indeed to part with undergarments with such a tenacious knack for self-determination with regard to dwelling-place, It grieves me more to know that they have left the aforementioned gaping void in your bedside drawers. I shall be happy to post these items post haste should you be willing to demonstrate the condescension required in providing me with the locale of your abode. To prevent these prodigal pants from going astray once they have left my guardianship, they have been duly laundered and given a good talking to regarding straying from one’s lord and master.
Your humble servant etc.,
It is so reassuring to me to know that there are people this awesome in the world. I feel so humbled to have the honor of selling this person a hat.
in reply to asadotzler # in reply to JTMcGillicuddy #I had a fantastic challenge in the form of a custom order this week. My mission: To recreate the Vintage Merryweather Hat from Team Fortress 2:
The challenges:
1. This hat doesn’t exist IRL. It’s just a bunch of pixels.
2. I have to make it out of yarn, which is floppy and not at all as magically obedient as pixels when it comes to maintaining a rigid shape.
But I think I did it. Here it is!
