Sign of the Day...

[mandolin]

So I'm coming into work this morning, glad I remembered my umbrella in the monsoon, when I see a sign tacked up by the security desk:

Join the Stop the Rain Club!

Celebrate National Choke Your Weatherman Day today!

Run, Bob Turk! Run for your life!

*snicker*

Comments

Don't Shoot the Messenger...

[jennies.livejournal.com]

Neh, poor weathermen. I don't blame them. They're only reporting Mother Nature's mood swings. Now *there's* a lady what needs to be put on hormone therapy. Or Prozac. Or perhaps simply Green Tea and relaxation sessions....

Bleah. Then again, maybe my coworkers are onto something when they speculate that perhaps the great Ra needs more sacrificial offerings. To which end, last I checked, they were barbequing one extra steak a meal, and placing it on a little rock shrine in their backyard. (Me, I'm not gonna argue, considering they did that Sunday, and it proceeded to be sunny the next day...)

[Chaos, for reference, these are the people we're going to Ireland with...]

...need sleep. It's only midnight, but I've been inking dragon treasure since 6pm, and need to be up and driving in 6 hours...

Re: Don't Shoot the Messenger...

[weirdweb.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't blame them either. They just report it, they don't cause it. But that was the first thing my creativity demons shrieked, and it amused me to no end.

Speaking of Ireland, any further news on the itinerary yet?