Thanks to my friend S, I now have a shitload of recycled paper with which to make my wacky recycled chipboard notebooks. I made four tonight:
I think I like making these fuckers so much because, unlike the shit I do at work, this is a quick, easy task with a well-defined beginning and end. Cut paper -- punch holes in paper -- cut chipboard -- cut holes in chipboard -- wipe drool off of chin -- put shit together -- DONE. So mindless and so enjoyable. I can just feel my gray matter liquifying and pooling in my skull. Me likee easy job.
I'm keeping this short tonight because I have to go watch the premiere episode of "Project Runway." My summer gayness is kicking in and I must heed its peacocky call. Damn that Bravo network and its flashy, metrosexual-friendly programming!
Tonight, as Mr. Z was taking a bath, he said:
MR. Z: Dad? You know that saying "Make like a banana and run?"
ME: Um... yeah?
MR. Z: Yeah, that's a good one. [pause] So, I don't get it.
ME: Well, you know how chimps are always running around with bananas in their hands?
MR. Z: Yeah?
ME: That's where it comes from. If you want to leave someplace really quickly, you're kinda like a chimp with a banana, running around. So you "make like a banana and run."
MR. Z: [silence] Huh.
ME: No, I'm just kidding. It's actually "Make like a banana and split." You know, like split meaning "to leave" and split as in a "banana split."
MR. Z: Oh. That's so funny I forgot to laugh, Dad.
ME: Yeah. Hey, don't forget to wash your butt.