BPJ Inc: Cheshire's Land

Appropriate tattoo is appropriate.

      I drew the concept, the artist made the final version. The quote is from Bruce Dickinson's "Darkness Be My Friend"

Sometimes, I wake up to one of those days, when everything seems like the world is just a coat of paint away from being Wonderland. I can never be entirely certain if it's good or bad, but it's always interesting. For a while, I wasn't sure if it was my medication, my over-active imagination, or if I was going completely mad.

Yesterday was one of those days. I woke from a weird dream about my boss being angry because Boy and I was late for tea at a cafe at the North Pole. Then I realized that the phone was playing "The Ship's Going Down" by Voltaire for the third day in a row (my alarm shuffles through the songs on my phone and picks a random song as alarm signal. Well, it's supposed to.)

Went to work after being followed around the house by my sister's dog. He's a cutie, but he's as bad as Boy's grandma when it comes to actually using words to express what he wants.

Then there were Ben Patrick Johnson being goofy about twitter recommendations, which nearly made me spray my work computer with coffee. Female pornstars and cats. Sure, why not.
My co-worker was her usual, not quite there self. I love her dearly, but she gives life to the saying "The wheel's spinning, but the hamster is dead."

And then tortoise in alcohol.  Seriously, tortoise in alcohol. Why is there a tortoise in alcohol, BPJ?

Eyelash batting, pussy power (Cats! Mind out of the gutter!), and multiple Ben's, oh my! I have yet to try drinking wine in the shower, though I have tried mixing Powerking-And-Moonshine with MMORPG. It gets really interesting when suddenly- two screens!

And no, I'm not drunk, though that is an idea. Trust me, I can get a lot weirder than this without getting drunk. Just ask the Elementary School children subjected to the impromptu duet of HIM's "Join Me" me and Jackson performed, or the rewriting of "Rudolph, The Red-nosed Reindeer" also, courtesy Jackson. Also, I have work tomorrow, and I would rather not add a hang-over to bored-stiff.

And so, my really weird day ended with an extended rant on body shaming.

I think my point with this post is that you should allow weirdness into your life. Be childish and weird and goofy. The world is not fair and life is a serious thing, so make it more interesting by being random. People will stare, but so what? Should the pettiness of others prevent you from living life in a great way?

DFTBA