n. infantile pattern of suckle-swallow movement in which the tongue is placed between incisor teeth or between alveolar ridges during initial stage of swallowing (if persistent can lead to various dental abnormalities) v. [content removed due to Bush campaign to clean up the internet] n. act of nyah-nyah v. pursuing with relentless abandon the need to masticate and thrust the world into every bodily incarnation in order to transform it, via the act of salivation, into nutritive agency

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


GodzillaGodzilla was after me, and I was running and hiding in different crevices about a decimated urban landscape. One of these hidey-holes had two openings on either end, and at one end, Godzilla was scraping his claws in to catch me.

But at the other end, I saw the eye of the giant Chinese warrior looking at me. So, I started talking to the warrior, trying to convince him that since he was giant, wouldn't it be nice if he helped me out with Godzilla?

Turns out, he was no fan of G, and so hopped over the building and started attacking. The warrior was dressed in thick leather plates with small spikes coming out, and a helmet with two horns. He carried a curved sword, but couldn't get it out because Godzilla was picking him up and slamming him down too fast.

Godzilla spewed fire, and scratched his armor, leaving bloody streaks down the warrior's chest. After a few minutes of pounding and destroying buildings, it became obvious that Godzilla was distinctly winning. Finally Godzilla picked the warrior up by the throat and was about to bite his head off...

when the warrior puked all over him.

But this was the warrior's special defense. The puke was special acidic potion puke, and it changed Godzilla into... a slightly small-sized Buddhist monk. Once this happened, the warrior turned to me and said, "Sorry, but it's your fight now."

So, I went over and picked up the G-Buddhist monk by his leg and held him upside-down. "Now to figure out what to do with you," I said.

First, I hung him over a stairwell and said, "Oh, should I drop you?" I felt very sweet. But the monk was terrified and I felt guilty, so I pulled him back up and looked at him.

Then I hung Godzilla-monk on a clothing hook along a wall somewhere, and went about my business.

Ah, Godzilla, so cute.
Ahhhh. No comments yet. No blistering missives from miffed youknowwhats. Can see all the brouhaha has made its way into your dreams...dang. Will call tonight. Miss you very much.
Actually, I'm glad that the comments have ceased, and the hubbub can calm down.

It was just a bit too much drama for me, and as I'm well too aware of my highly excitable nature, I know I need to clear myself and start writing. Godzilla on the hook.

So I'm glad no new comments... but still people are curious about this whole deal and searching google for my little site. After jd sent out her emails (and before I received them forwarded), my readership climbed about 50%. A few more hours, it had doubled again. That's before I had said anything to anybody, so ironically, jd's public bid for me to be more discrete actually resulted in more people paying attention to me.

now... that is just drama. and it feels weird.
talk to you tonight! miss you too.
You should totally add an amazon link to her collection, make some cash...
ahhhh, you funny man.
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