I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my Squishy.

'alright, mr. deMille, i'm ready for my close-up'

oh, and i've brought friends

what do you think it is? any guesses??


all right, all right, i won't keep you in suspense any longer (even though i, myself, do not know EXACTLY what it is, either). . .


dirty insulation? years accumulation of dust? maybe both, i dunno. but it's g-r-o-s-s. and it came to visit me today. just me. just my desk. even though 3 other desks exist in this room. filtering gently down through the air like some mutated snowflake, ready to coat my desk in grime and Grinch-colored fur.


ew.


ew. ew. ew.