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Update on the annoying day from Tuesday - the Amazon.com package that was delivered to my *old* address has been located safe and sound in the apartment office. I called them, and they know I'll be in the area Sunday to pick it up. With any luck they've set it aside and *not* told the new resident of my apartment (if there is one) that there's a package waiting, because if someone else has picked it up from the apartment office, I'm probably going to scream.
My latest DeviantArt thing: Fry Guy. Decription from it behind the cut, because it's long. And no, it doesn't make any more sense if you're familiar with Death Note because it has nothing to do with DN. The picure itself, however, *is* funnier if you're familiar with DN (where the characters in today's icon come from).
The Fry Guy claimed to be guilty of nothing more than planning an undercover commando assault upon the Tastee-Freez Sof-Serv Ice Kream machine, but everyone at McWhippy's remained skeptical, not quite willing to trust his eyes, the expression in them the sort more usually found on the evening news next to a picture of where the bodies were found.
The Grill Guy vanished into the freezer every sixty-seven minutes like clockwork, ostensibly to get more meat patties but he'd appear exactly three and a half minutes later with an odd smile on his face and a spring in his step. The night shift staff muttered in the back about his almost-concealed antipathy towards Fry Guy, but the Register Girl on the day shift had a crush on him and refused to believe anything untoward about the Grill Guy, despite the fact that he shrugged off her advances. She often flirted with customers to make him jealous, but if it had any effect on him it was well-concealed.
Grill Guy would sometimes readjust the timers on the fry vat when Fry Guy was off surveilling the ice-cream machine so that his fries would turn out wimpy or burned, but Fry Guy never seemed to react in any way. He would just return the timers to their previous settings and start a new batch, without even looking over at Grill Guy, which seemed to infuriate Grill Guy. Register Girl would giggle and tell Grill Guy how clever he was, but he'd just stare at her with eyes colder than the frost on the shelves in the back of the walk-in freezer.
And so life at McWhippy's lurched along as usual, with the normal everyday sorts of fast-food drama. Until that day ... the day it all began, although nobody knew it at the time. How could they know ... how could anyone realize the threads of fate that would draw them together along with a dump truck full of mysterious canisters, a terrible accident involving a backhoe and a packing crate of Spam, and that seemingly insignificant scrap of paper stuck to the shoe of one of the customers Register Girl flirted with regularly ...
My latest DeviantArt thing: Fry Guy. Decription from it behind the cut, because it's long. And no, it doesn't make any more sense if you're familiar with Death Note because it has nothing to do with DN. The picure itself, however, *is* funnier if you're familiar with DN (where the characters in today's icon come from).
The Fry Guy claimed to be guilty of nothing more than planning an undercover commando assault upon the Tastee-Freez Sof-Serv Ice Kream machine, but everyone at McWhippy's remained skeptical, not quite willing to trust his eyes, the expression in them the sort more usually found on the evening news next to a picture of where the bodies were found.
The Grill Guy vanished into the freezer every sixty-seven minutes like clockwork, ostensibly to get more meat patties but he'd appear exactly three and a half minutes later with an odd smile on his face and a spring in his step. The night shift staff muttered in the back about his almost-concealed antipathy towards Fry Guy, but the Register Girl on the day shift had a crush on him and refused to believe anything untoward about the Grill Guy, despite the fact that he shrugged off her advances. She often flirted with customers to make him jealous, but if it had any effect on him it was well-concealed.
Grill Guy would sometimes readjust the timers on the fry vat when Fry Guy was off surveilling the ice-cream machine so that his fries would turn out wimpy or burned, but Fry Guy never seemed to react in any way. He would just return the timers to their previous settings and start a new batch, without even looking over at Grill Guy, which seemed to infuriate Grill Guy. Register Girl would giggle and tell Grill Guy how clever he was, but he'd just stare at her with eyes colder than the frost on the shelves in the back of the walk-in freezer.
And so life at McWhippy's lurched along as usual, with the normal everyday sorts of fast-food drama. Until that day ... the day it all began, although nobody knew it at the time. How could they know ... how could anyone realize the threads of fate that would draw them together along with a dump truck full of mysterious canisters, a terrible accident involving a backhoe and a packing crate of Spam, and that seemingly insignificant scrap of paper stuck to the shoe of one of the customers Register Girl flirted with regularly ...
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Ha ha ha ha! I missed that the last time. Classic.
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I think the metaphor would work better as something like
...eyes colder than the frost-covered metal shelves in the back of the walk-in freezer
but since it's not *for* anything, really, it's not worth changing. :)
(You can see what I meant when I said that I can't write and stay truly in character for a lot of things, and that everything I write turns out funny in the end.)