Tales From The Cubicle

Good morning, fellow minions....

Am back in the office today in my cosy little cubicle....

Tis so vewwy vewwy quiet though, with almost everyone off on holiday for the whole week....

It's quite nice I guess.... The peace.
(That, and the fact that my manager is not around today)
*puts on party hat*
..YAY..

Had a relaxing short break yesterday...
It kinda sucks though, when you don't have to go to work but you can't sleep in cos your body is biologically programmed to wake up at 6 am.
*wail*
It's like dreamland-dreamland-dreamland-DING-*biological alarm clock goes off*-*eyes open*-*light cursing*

Amazingly though, I somehow pried myself off the bed and went to the gym.
(miracle of miracles, I know)

:)

It felt nice going to the gym again....
Really must get back into the habit...
*peers at love handles and ponders*

Hmmmmm....

Anyway, in the spirit of the recent Halloween day, here are some horrors of costumes for a laugh (photos and commentary courtesy of OMG Jeremy):

Exhibit A:
Enter Coyotezombie, clad in a misshapen, lumpy mass of ridiculous called Super Sperm. I’m sure I don’t need to regale any of you with Super Sperm’s legendary exploits against the insidious forces of Wicked Womb, or his much-publicized ‘death’ at the hands of Spermicide, or his…

I can’t fucking do it. I can’t think of a single funny thing to say about this bundle of stupid, anything that could possibly justify the horror I have forced upon my friend. It looks like an aborted fetal version of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, jacked up on steroids.

It took a little more than a minute to take these two pictures, and before twenty seconds had gone by, Coyotezombie was already demanding to be released from the puffy, hideously uncomfortable nightmare he’d found himself encapsulated in. This man is one of my best friends, and he is right now plotting grim and painful vengeance. I cannot say I blame him.

Exhibit B:
Descending further into delirium and mental decay, I slipped into the glorious Devilled Egg costume and immediately felt my inner beast coming to the surface. No longer was I xv bones, scourge of the internet and savior of mankind, I had become the monstrous fiend men call the Egg Devil, dread lord of the Underworld. Run, puny humans, run at the discordant roar of the Egg Devil, for to hear it is to truly know the meaning of fear.

The Egg Devil stalks this land tonight. The Egg Devil is coming for your soul.

Once, when I was much younger I detested that Halloween was never a big thing in Malaysia....

The whole idea of putting on a costume and going around the neighbourhood collecting candy did sound like such a novel and fun thing to do....

Looking at the above examples of costumes that are selling in the Great US of A though....

...GOD, I am so glad I have never, and will possibly never, be mentally scarred by seeing someone wear that in person.

(Kudos to the 2 guys in the costumes above though... brave, so brave)

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