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Post by Ish Kabbible on Sept 9, 2016 8:16:45 GMT -5
I saw Pillowhead yesterday afternoon. It's the first time in a half year. The pillow surrounding the head was brown, probably in anticipation of autumnal colorations. Last time it was green as if getting ready for spring.
This reminds me that I need to write up the complete inside story of Pillowhead. For you see, I have discovered the secret behind this elusive figure which haunts the back streets of Queens, NYC.
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Post by Cei-U! on Sept 9, 2016 9:58:38 GMT -5
"Pillowhead" was the name of the super-villain my 4-year-old cousin Lorie created to battle my hero, Super-Spider, back when I was 7. As I recall, SS beat the baddie by tearing his head open and letting the feathers fly.
Cei-U! I summon the flashback!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 10:59:09 GMT -5
I'm on my first nighshift of my life, and it's also the first nightshift for this warehouse as a whole. Already, we've run into a glitch; a connection failure so that we don't get any labels printed. So now we're in the canteen till they fix the problem. It's 1:26 AM. I worked the Nightshift (Graveyard) for most of my career and one thing about it ... You Sleep Weird, Eat Weird, and Do things Weird. The weirdest thing that I ever done was eating a New York Steak Dinner at 7:30 in the Morning! Taking your Laundry to a Service Center because the time at your Condo Place you can't! Sleeping in the Summertime is unbearable when you have very warm/high temperatures ... No Social Life ... and that's why I hated it so much!
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Sept 9, 2016 13:24:55 GMT -5
"Pillowhead" was the name of the super-villain my 4year-old cousin Lorie created to battle my hero, Super-Spider, back when I was 7. As I recall, SS beat the baddie by tearing his head open and letting the feathers fly. Cei-U! I summon the flashback! I swear by the Power of Posturepedic, once the weather turns colder and I'm in the house more often, I will settle down and relate the true-life origin of the enigmatic Pillowhead. It's a tale quite original and fraught with surprising turns of events. And who knows, you night, after reading it, become aware that you have a little Pillowhead within yourself. It will be a few short chapters long and I'll but ut in the Fan Fiction section.But it's not fiction. You will believe a Pillow can come to life-or is it a human changed to a Pillow-or is it a Pillow/Human mutation-now I'm getting confused
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Post by Icctrombone on Sept 9, 2016 13:50:07 GMT -5
I'm on my first nighshift of my life, and it's also the first nightshift for this warehouse as a whole. Already, we've run into a glitch; a connection failure so that we don't get any labels printed. So now we're in the canteen till they fix the problem. It's 1:26 AM. I worked the Nightshift (Graveyard) for most of my career and one thing about it ... You Sleep Weird, Eat Weird, and Do things Weird. The weirdest thing that I ever done was eating a New York Steak Dinner at 7:30 in the Morning! Taking your Laundry to a Service Center because the time at your Condo Place you can't! Sleeping in the Summertime is unbearable when you have very warm/high temperatures ... No Social Life ... and that's why I hated it so much! Don't blame your weirdness on the night shift. 😉
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 14:09:41 GMT -5
As I just noted on Facebook,after weeks of hearing unhappy noises under my car's hood whenever I engaged the steering wheel (especially at the beginning of the day), when I gave a ride of my co-worker today while his own car is in the shop he suggested that I might be low on power steering fluid. With any luck, a purchase a few minutes ago from the downtown Advance Auto Parts will clear that up.
I have to admit I was gobsmacked when he said that -- gobsmacked because it had never occurred to me, & I was mystified as to why not. But then I realized, again just a few minutes ago, that even though this is a '96 model that I've been driving for 5 1/2 years, it's also the first car with power steering I've ever owned.
Duh.
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Sept 9, 2016 18:44:29 GMT -5
Have not had a good gobsmacking in years
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Post by Confessor on Sept 9, 2016 18:45:07 GMT -5
I saw Pillowhead yesterday afternoon. It's the first time in a half year. Hooray for the mighty Pillowhead! He's still alive. This reminds me that I need to write up the complete inside story of Pillowhead. For you see, I have discovered the secret behind this elusive figure which haunts the back streets of Queens, NYC. Good God, man...don't leave us hanging like that!
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Sept 9, 2016 18:55:02 GMT -5
I saw Pillowhead yesterday afternoon. It's the first time in a half year. Hooray for the mighty Pillowhead! He's still alive. This reminds me that I need to write up the complete inside story of Pillowhead. For you see, I have discovered the secret behind this elusive figure which haunts the back streets of Queens, NYC. Good God, man...don't leave us hanging like that! Patience mon Confessor. It's been a long time coming, for I've made mention of this mystery man for close to 2 years now and it must be done right. Fortunately, I've gotten a lot of pudding out of my system so I feel cleansed and soon will be ready to go. I'm thinking Halloween might be appropriate
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Post by The Captain on Sept 10, 2016 9:21:45 GMT -5
It's been a very depressing week for me. On Wednesday, a dear friend of mine let me know that her daughter, who was pregnant with the first grandchild in the family, had a stillbirth, and then on Friday, my best friend's mother passed after a brief but horrific battle with pancreatic cancer. So much loss and so much sadness for such good people has made it hard for me to be happy about things in my own life right now.
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Post by Mormel on Sept 10, 2016 9:29:35 GMT -5
Dear heavens, I'm so sorry to read that, Captain. Those are two horrible losses. I guess all you can do right now is be there for your friends and provide them all the emotional support and consolation they need. They'll be in my thoughts.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 9:41:14 GMT -5
I'm so sorry that you are having a tough week since Wednesday and I feel for your family and friends of their heartbreaking loss and I wish you all the comforts and knowing that I'm thinking of you in days ahead.
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Post by Pharozonk on Sept 10, 2016 10:02:24 GMT -5
Hooray for the mighty Pillowhead! He's still alive. Good God, man...don't leave us hanging like that! Patience mon Confessor. It's been a long time coming, for I've made mention of this mystery man for close to 2 years now and it must be done right. Fortunately, I've gotten a lot of pudding out of my system so I feel cleansed and soon will be ready to go. I'm thinking Halloween might be appropriate One day you're gonna tell us where Ditko has been hiding all these years.
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Post by Prince Hal on Sept 10, 2016 10:06:58 GMT -5
Patience mon Confessor. It's been a long time coming, for I've made mention of this mystery man for close to 2 years now and it must be done right. Fortunately, I've gotten a lot of pudding out of my system so I feel cleansed and soon will be ready to go. I'm thinking Halloween might be appropriate One day you're gonna tell us where Ditko has been hiding all these years. Ayn Rand's bunker.
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Post by Roquefort Raider on Sept 10, 2016 10:34:48 GMT -5
It's been a very depressing week for me. On Wednesday, a dear friend of mine let me know that her daughter, who was pregnant with the first grandchild in the family, had a stillbirth, and then on Friday, my best friend's mother passed after a brief but horrific battle with pancreatic cancer. So much loss and so much sadness for such good people has made it hard for me to be happy about things in my own life right now. I'm sorry to hear that, Captain. When facing tragedies that hit close to home, I try to take comfort in Solon's words: "call no man happy until he is dead". We survivors feel the loss of our friends and loved ones (or even of perfect strangers, because of our natural altruism), but they who are gone no longer suffer. I try to remember what wonderful people they were, and how happy we were together; in our memories they are not dead but rather forever alive, forever present, and forever shielded from pain. Love and friendship endure.
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