Jacked up musings, powered by a bucket of iced coffee and chronic insomnia.
(sleep is for the weak)
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Sleep when you're dead.
I love the little caffeine-energy lines emanating from her head, the taught expression, and the fact that it's unclear whether she is: 1) raising her mug in a toast, 2) about to throw steaming coffee in your face, or 3) recovering from getting clocked in the chin from a third party.
I had this printed out and sitting in a drawer for ages. I'm sure it's still scattered through blogs all over the Web. I've edited the list down to my favorites. (I got chuckling just typing this in.)
You Are Different and That's Bad
The Boy Who Died From Eating All His Vegetables
Strangers Have the Best Candy
Fun Four-letter Words to Know and Share
Hammers, Screwdrivers and Scissors: An I-Can-Do-It Book
The Kid's Guide to Hitch-hiking
Jill Was So Bad Her Mom Stopped Loving Her
All Cats Go To Hell
The Little Sissy Who Snitched
Some Kittens Can Fly
The Magic World Inside the Abandoned Refrigerator
The Pop-Up Book of Human Anatomy
Daddy Drinks Because You Cry
Whining, Kicking and Crying to Get Your Way
Things Rich Kids Have, That You Never Will
Pop! Goes teh Hamster (And Other Great Microwave Games)