4/1/05

go web go

alfie's been asking me if I would like to be able to climb walls like spiderman. he would. I have no real desire to walk up walls except perhaps as an occasional party trick, not to be expected… what about to breathe underwater, see into the future, x-ray vision… nup, too much ugly… what super powers would you have then? maybe to fly, then I’d never need to get a license.

or perhaps boundless energy. though I can be tiresome as I am, despite lately feeling as though I have chronic fatigue syndrome. which until recently could have been described as an ongoing hangover syndrome to be railed against with enthusiasm and reckless abandon. but in light of my recent good health, shining halo and wholesome lifestyle is a little more mystifying. taken to blaming all the goddamn fresh air or perhaps it’s typhoid. my arm has not been the same since that injection.

anyway i did get bit by a spider yesterday, and it does look a little like spidy's wound but it's just the old fashioned unmodified un-super spider variety, which sucks...

4 comments:

computerkate said...

I would like to be a superhero for the excuses.

For instance "We can never be together. I can't say why..."
but then later
"I'm Spiderman. It's just too dangerous. Now do you understand?"

hell said...

i use those excuses anyway... is that wrong? i'm batgirl, you'll never understand...

anyway's what about lookin good in lycra? ummmn... no need to go there...

fleischmann said...

did you guys know that my real identity is "the pasher"?
It started at Babka when a customer started ranting at me and i went in for the pash - it totally sorted out the situation.
I recommend using it in times of stress

hell said...

i wanna see the pasher in full costume... bringing peace in troubled times...intriguing... incognito would be good too.