I found a wee cupboard today. Cosy looking, has a light but no windows. I think it’s meant for servers, but they’ren’t any servers in there. Just next to the kitchen and there’s plenty cereal. I could hide in there and it would be nice for a time. Could read magazines and stuff. Be dead good.
{ 29 06 2007 }
01-Jul-07 at 8:03 pm | Permalink
You’ll probably end up in Narnia hiding in cupboards like that. Get yourself an imaginary pet tiger like me, much better, loads of fun. It’s a lot of care, the walking, feeding, petting, but dead handy. Nobody can really blame you, if you won’t go out because you have to look after your sick imaginary pet tiger. It doesn’t have to be a tiger, you could get something else, as long as it imaginary, like a boa…
01-Jul-07 at 8:06 pm | Permalink
Ah shit wrote too quickly again, apologies for dodgy punctuation and missing verbs.
02-Jul-07 at 11:53 am | Permalink
S: How’s the map doin?
Me: Floyd, my imaginary flamingo et it.
Remember the doozers in Fraggle Rock? Remember they used to eat scaffoldig. Perfectly likely that an imaginery flamingo would eat roads, I suppose..
02-Jul-07 at 11:54 am | Permalink
Ah shit wrote too quickly again, apologies for dodgy umm, everything.
02-Jul-07 at 3:19 pm | Permalink
I can trump your wee cupboard story.
I found a shit cupboard.
It was shit.
02-Jul-07 at 9:28 pm | Permalink
Perfectly likely that an imaginery flamingo would eat roads, I suppose..
Of course, aren’t the maps for a video game, so we’re in the realm of virtual no? Makes perfect sense that imaginary pets would eat other imaginary things. That is your job right? Drawing imaginary roads going to imaginary places? Try your cupboard, it’ll get you to Narnia I could bet my tiger on it.
04-Jul-07 at 4:23 pm | Permalink
> imaginary pet tiger
You’ve been reading too much Calvin and Hobbes I think. Although Hobbes was a toy so I guess he only came ‘alive’ in Calvin’s imagination.
04-Jul-07 at 5:26 pm | Permalink
Calvin and Hobbes
No, I don’t think so, if anything it is a spin-off from Aslan. It came into being a couple of years ago when my flatmates and I were squabbling about who was going to have to do some chore or other. Couple people came up with supremely lousy excuses why they couldn’t do it, so I decided to be grown-up about it and declared I couldn’t either because I had to walk my imaginary pet tiger.