An army of these things just came into my office and demanded my water bottle!
In related news, it’s hot (in case you didn’t realize why your brain was meltin’ onto your flippin’ face).
(photos courtesy of ModCloth)
Today, in homage to Dance Party Wednesday, I put on my headphones (one ear on, one ear off natch so I could hear if the phone rang with the latest chart rankings) and pretended to be a record producer. I stared at the wall intently while listening to several blazin’ new artists, and I greenlighted 9 out of 10 projects with a smile implying I-smell-some-serious-future-Grammy action.
The project I put on hold was just someone’s voicemail messages, and I told them, bring it back to me in a week with a hook and a bass line. So don’t even start with me about the 9 out of 10.
Oh yeah, this is the good stuff!
photo courtesy of Flickr and TedsBlog
Too bad all of the artists are already represented, and their songs are already produced.
It was an exercise, people…an exercise in positive thinking.
Guess what? It worked.
I got an afternoon full of hottt beatz
I just made several peoples’ dreams come true in retrospect
there was NO paperwork.
Well folks, it seems the sun has kicked it up a notch.
The sun is like that drunk guy at the party who likes to start fights with everybody; but if you avoid him and compliment him enough when directly in his path, he struts a little and puffs his chest at you but mostly lets you be.
(Today’s barely passable simile is brought to you by a heat-exhausted brain.)
Warning! System meltdown!
photo courtesy of Flickr and miss karen