It Came From Beyond!

June 20th, 2008

While walking back to work from 7-Eleven:

Kurt, eating a tasty bar: “So, I’m trying to decide if I should go play video games tonight or not. I’m real tired and –”

Me, bending over super quick like: “OUCH!”

Kurt, concerned: “What’s going on?!”

Me, still bent over, perhaps in shock: “I’ve been stung! Something has stung me on the back of my neck!”

Kurt, sounding surprised, (but I really can’t tell visually because I’m still bent over, perhaps in shock, staring at his big black boot): “Don’t move! There’s a millipede on your head. A GIANT millipede!

Me, still bent over, no longer in shock, but in terror: “AAAHHH!!!

Kurt, smacking the horror off my head: “EARWIG! It’s one of those pincher bugs!”

Me, still bent over and seeing a SUPER SIZED SCARY BUG with bits of my neck between its mandibles scurrying on the ground towards me and looking for more since once you’ve gotten a taste of maRk! you’ve got to go back for seconds… and thirds!: “I’ve been bitten! I mean PINCHED!”

Kurt, calmly squishing the abomination with his massive shoeboot: “Die, Damn you, Die.”

Me, still bent over, but starting to relax: “Yes: Die, Damn you, Die.”

Kurt, wiping the creature from bottom of his boot on the sidewalk: “It is no more.”

Me, finally, but slowly standing up and rubbing the back of my neck: “Thanks.”

Kurt, taking a bite of his tasty bar and staring to walk again: “Uh-huh.”

Me, continuing to rub the back of my neck and walking also: “Video games could be kinda fun.”

Kurt, finishing off his tasty bar: “Yeah, but I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

We walk into the sunset.

Fin.

Welcome to Earth!

June 1st, 2008

A brand spankin’ new nephew has entered the world!

Everyone put your hands together for Cooper Garrison Schieron!

Yeah!

Bawk-Bawk

May 14th, 2008

Every time I dance, the results are always the same.

It matters not I begin with the waltz, the jitterbug, or the robot; I eventually devolve into the Chicken Dance.

She’s Right

February 5th, 2008

A three-year-old, pointing at me: “He has a line of hair.”