Play by Play

::31:: mr. goldberg, i presume

To pick up a little extra cash, Swiper works as a substitute toy. Can you tell whom he's subbing for today?

::30:: ice is also great and would suffice

The sequel, of course, to yesterday's entry. Who's to say that Robert Frost didn't mean to say "on ice" instead of "in ice"? I have visions of everybody kicking back with a tinkling glass in hand, watching the apocalpyse unfold. Could Mr. Frost be the actual inspiration for Douglas Adam's Restaurant at the End of the Universe?

For an infinite number of miles in every direction the universal cataclysm was gathering to a stupefying climax.  Glancing at his watch, Max returned to the stage with a flourish.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen," he beamed, "is everyone having one last wonderful time?"

"Yes," called out the sort of people who call out "yes" when comedians ask them if they're having a wonderful time.

"That's wonderful," enthused Max, "absolutely wonderful. And as the photon storms gather in swirling crowds around us, preparing to tear apart the last of the red hot suns, I know you're all going to settle back and enjoy with me what I know we will all find an immensely exciting and terminal experience."

He paused. He caught the audience with a glittering eye.

"Believe me, ladies and gentlemen," he said, "there is nothing penultimate about this one." 

By the way, I was informed recentlyish that Hitchhiker's Guide references are a strictly geeky, non-girly sort of thing. To which I say: *pppptttthhhhhbbbbbbb*. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have some props to drink. 

::29:: from what i've tasted of desire

...I hold with those who favor fire.

::28:: sick day

Approximately ten minutes' worth of mess.

This one's another Where's-Waldo-esque shot, as far as Swiper's concerned.

::27:: i made it link by link and yard by yard

BUSINESS? Mankind was my business! Their common welfare was my business!

::26:: the fitful alternations of the rain

The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

::25:: domus brassicae oleraceae

Last year's Brussels sprouts never produced, but their wilted winter foliage provides a house fit for fairies, gnomes like our Basil, or a visiting misunderstood fox on the lam.

::24:: you work on a smile and you go for a ride

Suffice it to say, my morning did not get off to the most cheerful of starts.

::23:: nicked

::22:: what's for dinner?

I used to love to cook, now it feels like a chore. I get a little lost in the repetitiveness and necessity of it.

Swiper is lost, too. Can you find him?