In the spaciousness of everything, in all the time and all the things I've yet to know about the Cappo Comedy Writer, to say I didn't expect this was an understatement. I'd deliberately employed a careful cocktail of nonchalance, terribly low expectations and detachment to this endeavor. In fact, I'd even hesitate to call it that as if naming it would bring the Furies upon me. Is it ironic it gets the same treatment as Voldemort? Oh yeah, this whole thing is That Which Shall Not Be Named.
Well, among other things. A unicorn could also Majestically Gallop, or Pose on a Windy Cliff. I'm still pretty sure I went with Whinny and Rear. Though I could've just as well gone with Impaling Evil Things or Believing in Miracles.
I did get through the massage sanely, ok mostly by convincing myself The Therapist was either married or gay. Even then, I blew through topics like the Flash. I get charmingly conversant when I'm nervous - not talky, or jibberish but downright entertainingly witty, mercurial and glib. I suppose that isn't such a bad thing. Save for that one time at the dento's when I kept on making him and the hygienist laugh so much they had to give me another round of gas to make me stop while they sat there in tears, doubled over with instruments clattering noisily on to the floor. They did however say it was their best session with a patient EVER.
FA on feathers, fangs, furies and all sorts of folly, yes, even the serious kind.
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