...right, then.
Feb. 1st, 2005 09:30 pmWe just blew up a plastic heart.
It was one of those funky gel ones, made of that stuff that sticks to anything (except, apparently, my forehead, which means--according to Andy--that I am the devil. However the next time he tried it, it stuck; apparently the exorcism was fast and painless). Andy decided he wanted to see what would happen if we stuck it in the microwave, so we put it in his and watched as it got all flat and bubbly and liquidifyed.
Also, am I a nerd for making interested marginal notes in a Medieval Penitentiary? ...yeah. Thought so.
( HEY! It's FEBRUARY! Rabbit-rabbit!)
It was one of those funky gel ones, made of that stuff that sticks to anything (except, apparently, my forehead, which means--according to Andy--that I am the devil. However the next time he tried it, it stuck; apparently the exorcism was fast and painless). Andy decided he wanted to see what would happen if we stuck it in the microwave, so we put it in his and watched as it got all flat and bubbly and liquidifyed.
Also, am I a nerd for making interested marginal notes in a Medieval Penitentiary? ...yeah. Thought so.
( HEY! It's FEBRUARY! Rabbit-rabbit!)