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shiny objects

Monday, January 10, 2005


It's that time again. Too early and too late for everyone except weirdos like yourself. But it's ok. You can handle it. You've been here before.

So you get out the paper and the crayons and the pens and the stickers and you create a polychromatic universe of your very own - a world where the sky is always green and the grass is always blue. Melting mushrooms and thornbushes spring from its loamy turf. An ocean of crimson playfully laps the chartruse shore. You populate your peacable kingdom with Abby the acid frog, Leroy lamprey, and Mr. Jinx, a lovable, rapidly-mutating retrovirus.

Why look at that! Mr. Jinx has snuck into the water supply, converted Leroy's cells into reproductive factories, and made 97 trillion ravenous copies of himself! Oh Mr. Jinx, you little scamp, will you ever stop turning your playmates into quivering piles of unstable organic material? What shall you do next, become airborne?



Oh . . . oh dear. Abby had better watch out!


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