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Here's another reason for me to keep kosher: apparently I'm allergic to shrimp.
Not ER allergic, just a little puffiness of the eyes and my throat felt funky. But it was weird.
Anyway, I have the Beast Wars Waspinator and Cybertron Mudflap toys now. Waspy is subpar, and there's this little thing where you can switch his robot mode head between "mutant wasp" and "robot" heads. Why, I don't know. The "robot" one looks almost like what Waspinator's head might have been like before he got the wasp altmode. Mudflap, on the other hand, is very pretty and reasonable easy to tranform.
And some poetry, on account of I feel like it:
The Lingering Glow of Doldrums
There’s an odd sort of peace in boredom.
The fading eyes, the softly tapping fingers
Keratin falling like rain on the plastic desk
As the mind wanders to poetry or lunch
A droning voice sets the mind adrift
To explore the margins of notebooks
Making them explode into spirals and checkerboard marks
Of black and white (and more, if there’s markers)
To let loose elaborate fantasies of erotic natures
Or engage in a dedicated study of the minute hand
As it travels in a pointless circle
Not ER allergic, just a little puffiness of the eyes and my throat felt funky. But it was weird.
Anyway, I have the Beast Wars Waspinator and Cybertron Mudflap toys now. Waspy is subpar, and there's this little thing where you can switch his robot mode head between "mutant wasp" and "robot" heads. Why, I don't know. The "robot" one looks almost like what Waspinator's head might have been like before he got the wasp altmode. Mudflap, on the other hand, is very pretty and reasonable easy to tranform.
And some poetry, on account of I feel like it:
The Lingering Glow of Doldrums
There’s an odd sort of peace in boredom.
The fading eyes, the softly tapping fingers
Keratin falling like rain on the plastic desk
As the mind wanders to poetry or lunch
A droning voice sets the mind adrift
To explore the margins of notebooks
Making them explode into spirals and checkerboard marks
Of black and white (and more, if there’s markers)
To let loose elaborate fantasies of erotic natures
Or engage in a dedicated study of the minute hand
As it travels in a pointless circle