Stop criticizing my art!

I was carrying my new godly lava-lamp to work today when a drop of water hit it. I went to wipe it off, but when I looked down I quickly realized this was no drop of tree-dripping water - it was a lil bird poo. I looked up at the bird, pointed and yelled "Fuck you for criticizing my taste!" I nearly said art, but during the time I warmed up I realized it was foolish to call a purchase my 'art' rather than taste. I cleaned the mess off with the wrapper from a discarded starbucks cup, coz I'm made chock full 'o class. You recycle your way, I'll do it mine?!

My lamp is now plugged in and warming up! It did that cool "eruption" thing where the warm stuff underneath the "mantle" comes streaming out and makes magic crystal garden patterns of waxy goodness. Soon...soon she shall collapse and become a warm gooey ball. Soon that ball will start to churn, and goopy goodness will start to reach for the heavens above, the nirvana that is the top of the lamp...OH OH OH I'm so exited!

This is the pre-"The-whole-office-has-decided-I'm-the-biggest-fruit-they've-ever-seen" excitement!

At home I was about to throw out the tacky spinning multi-colored disco ball, but now I'm thinking it's a keeper. I could have a theme / collection going. I am WAY overdue for a party...perhaps I could put this/these in the window to flag the way.

DUMB NOTE: I told someone I'd post the link to my
"Top Ten reasons I cut you off my LJ F-list" post
http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=vicar&itemid=25132

Bloop

The lamp is going full pink gooey swing! I am making goopey noises for it since it does its magic in silence!

Since I didn't win the lottery, and since C approved, I'm going to GMU law. I pretended to think about it and seek out opinions, but quite honestly I simply do what anarcha says. Her mere suggestion is my god-given command. I...I do believe I hear her now. She's...filling out a form...writing...it's a restraining order...