Author: mika

Could brass players use plunger heads as mutes for their instruments?

Caught a drosophila by its wings in complete darkness.

Scared myself with my hidden talent.

I have never misspelled the word “miscellaneous”.

Impressed.

It’s hard to look at hydrangea without thinking about cabbage.

If I were to slide down a bowling lane on my belly, which fabric should I be wearing?

Fork and knife signs by ice cream stores on a map make me feel less excited about ice creams.

At a large group dinner, there should a conveyor belt sushi style setup, so that. over the course of dinner, everyone can talk to each other.

I interpret all guinea pig sounds as:

I rrreaally want X. But if that’s not possible, hay would do.

Someday, I will learn guinea pigitarian.

Felt cool.

“I got into the building in the craziest way!”

“Oh, from the roof?”

Felt uncool.

Sometimes, life feels like being inside of an egg that’s nested in bigger eggs.

Never-ending Matryoshka eggs.

As I cleaned up my computer, I found a mysterious text file called “idea0” and I opened it.

I am afraid to open idea1.

Free shoulder massage available at the tip of a catamaran.

I have motherly concerns for mola mola.

Spicy placenta.

Respect to chili peppers.

It takes me a long time to eat pearl couscous. I feel obligated to chew every piece of couscous, one by one.

Taking a tonal bath is at least as good as taking an outdoor hot spring during the winter.

“Every bug needs a hug”
~Marcell Mars

Ideally but not always a happy hug.

Cracked an egg against a kitchen counter.

Then came a sleepy voice from the bedroom: “…hello?”

Happy morning.

Napkin art is cool.

When it’s too complicated though, it makes me feel hesitant to use it for a couple reasons.

When I play pingpoing, I consume more calories chasing the ball on the floor than actually playing the games.