Yes, Yes, I Know

But this was too good not to share:

The original picture is open for lolcatting purposes here.

Back into writing mode for me. See you tomorrow.

29 Comments on “Yes, Yes, I Know”

  1. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang for Best Supporting Hairstyle

    “Wait, lemme see if my nutzes are in there!”

    Our score so far: PhotoShop 1; Scalzi 0.

    Willpower 1; Scalzi 0.

  2. What is this going to do to Chang/NotChang – two pics in one day?

    Hello, Zeussy! You won’t like that, it’s not supposed to have caffiene in it.

  3. Who’s coffee is that really?
    I vaguely recall you not liking coffee and saying something to the effect that coffee tastes the same as ass…

  4. You know, ( and I could be wrong), but upon further examination…it looks like hot chocolate, which doesn’t taste like ass. Note the frothy, “I keep stirring in the powdered chocolate but it’s just not mixing” web on the upper rim of the cup. The color also looks wrong for straight coffee with cream.

    Or it could be a cappuccino, but knowing his professed hatred of things that taste like behinds, I would put money on the hot chocolate. :)

  5. Bet Zeus is going to be raining down the lightning bolts now when you least expect it.

    Prediction: there will be a cat velcro’d to Scalzi’s head by the end of the week.

    *not on meds*

  6. Like all kittens, Zeus appears to be self-spoiling. I swore up and down I wouldn’t spoil my latest. This weekend I had to admit I’d lost that fight.

    Also, I propose “By Zeus’ missing nutzes” as a new expression of amazement around Whatever threads.

  7. Kate @ 11 –“You know, ( and I could be wrong), but upon further examination…it looks like hot chocolate, which doesn’t taste like ass. Note the frothy, “I keep stirring in the powdered chocolate but it’s just not mixing” web on the upper rim of the cup. The color also looks wrong for straight coffee with cream.

    Or it could be a cappuccino, but knowing his professed hatred of things that taste like behinds, I would put money on the hot chocolate. :)”

    Exactly who is tasting behinds? I think I’d like to hear more of that story Mr. Paul Harvey.

  8. USGovt Record 2961JH08
    SurvSat 41-5
    CLASSIFIED
    Site Codenamed: “Overlook Hotel”
    Formerly known as “Scalzi Compound”
    Image taken 0.17 sec before subject tipped liquid into computer keyboard of phlegmy novelist with a blown deadline.

    First responders reported there were no survivors.

  9. “The cat, which drank the entire cup of coffee, was found two hours later and a hundred miles away, shaking uncontrollably in an aquarium store and muttering ‘Too many choices, too many colors, which one tastes like tuna…”

  10. mmm…seems the caption ought to be…”Screw the water-bowl, Dude, I’ll have this from now on!”

    or

    “This ain’t rum & coke!”

  11. You know, after thinking better of it, although hysterical this morning after little sleep, my lolcat is vaguely creepy in an Internet sort of way.

    I took it down. No harm intended. :P

  12. My cat has the same problem..He has to sniff everything that I am eating or drinking to see if he wants it. My cat really loves ice tea for some reason as my husband found out one evening. Luckily the cat’s head didn’t get stuck in the cup.

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