Saturday, September 18, 2004

boom!

Odd. Booming sounds outside, as if someone's periodically dropping a cow in a barrel down from the roof. My guess is that it's yet another nut job whose recreational highs have inspired him to somehow create random booming noises at night to freak out old people. I imagine that has the recreational value of tipping cows over when they sleep at night [on their feet].

*tip* *thump* *angry moo* Amazing how the thought of that does make me want to go out and find some cowherds.

Anyhow, to return to 'the booms', it's sort of funny watching my aunt get freaked out everytime there's anything weird on the news or weird sounds like said booming noise. Poor soul rushes into this room as if one of these darn contraptions she never learnt how to use has finally exploded. If I'm supposed to die in some random bomb blast, as is highly likely for one living in this glorious city, I will. No point worrying about my appointment in Samarra. I can imagine worse ways to die than a quick, painless, over-in-a-second, out-literally-with-a-bang death.

Misha at Saturday, September 18, 2004

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