1998 december 28

pink squishiness

doesn't it look vaguely obscene?

i assure you, it looks even more obscene up close and personal. i received some wonderful gifts for christmas -- books, cds, jewelry, even a camera -- but none of them captured my immediate fascination like the pink squishy tube scott gave me. trust a seven year old to get it right.

alan, gene and i played with the thing while poor kay was making christmas dinner [yes, i offered to help, no, she was quite content to have me out of her kitchen]. it was just so obviously phallic and yet at the same time vaginal and we were like 12 year olds, tittering in the back of the classroom while making obscene gestures. my personal favorite was when i stuck my finger in the middle of the thing and had it fold in half, then straighten up again, over and over again.

before viagra, after viagra. before. after. before. after.

no wonder kay wanted to stay in the kitchen.

speaking of obscene, i have an obscene amount of work that must be completed before year end, so the next few days the entries may be a little short. i may in fact just scan a few more christmas presents, add a little commentary and leave it at that. of course, i will no doubt find something i need to go on and on about, so you may get a decent read in spite of myself.

i was so hoping one of the lottery tickets gene and i bought for each other would be a winner so i wouldn't have to deal with any of this.

gearing up for some serious overtime, claire