Archive for April, 2009

Why not tiny lethal missiles?

Sunday, April 19th, 2009

At dinner one night, Brooke noticed the “cutest little thing” over by the dessert bar. Garnish kiwis decoratively cut into miniature fruit baskets.

Thus began an hours-long debate on the definition of cute.

We came to several conclusions:

Anything used by, worn by or having anything to do with a child is immediately cute.

Covering anything in kittens must invariably increase its net cuteness. This is known as the Chaisson effect.

fun-size candy = not cute
mini candy= cute

This one surprised me, chicken nuggets are -though they’re potentially small versions of bigger pieces of chicken- not cute.

It was decided that tiny lethal missiles, because of their excessive propensity for harm, are not cute.

This one I saw coming. All mammal babies, miniature versions of functional things, like smart cars and dollhouses.

All mammal babies. That includes vicious puppies and lion cubs, even if they’re eating you, are cute. Apparently they aren’t “excessively” harmful.

Another interesting effect: Babies in leather jackets are cute, but babies in fur coats are not. I disagree. I think they’d look like the world’s smallest pimps.

Another thing I have to mention is when beings that aren’t human act like they’re people. See any Pixar film for proof.

The moral of the story is: if you want to make something cuter, either make it small or cover it in kittens.

How to get courage

Thursday, April 9th, 2009

I woke up this morning and I just didn’t want to roll out of bed. I soon learned I had to once I started to smell the blood. I had a nosebleed, and as soon as I got up, the stuff was dripping at a rate barely short of being a continuous stream. I waited for it to clot before I dared moving and meanwhile caught the blood with my cupped hand.

I gave up waiting and just held my nose as I descended and went to the bathroom, trying not to leave blood stains on the doorknob. I got there and looked at myself in the mirror.

There was not actually blood everywhere, just on my hands, shirt, arms, and glasses as well as below my nose and around my mouth.

A guy came out of the stall behind me. I explained to him I killed my roommate with a hammer and ate his heart. It would have comforted me a little to get a chuckle out of him instead of that awkward silence.