A Simile Too Far
My lovely Girlfriend has informed me that yesterday's entry may fall into the dread category of "Too Much Information." To anyone whose sensibilities were offended by my description of my physical symptoms, I apologize.
Still... I thought the hand-cranked egg beaters were a pretty powerful image. Sometimes I actually believe I might be one of those writer fellows you hear so much about...
Comments
I was only offended in the sense that it wasn't gross enough to my liking. Different tastes, I guess.
Mmmmm . . . eggs . . .
Posted by: Cranky Robert | December 16, 2008 3:17 PM
Robert, you are a man of singular and exquisite taste...
Posted by: jason | December 16, 2008 3:22 PM
not too much info here. Plenty cool with the visceral description.
Posted by: chenopup | December 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I enjoyed the images. Especially since I know exactly how that feels.
Hope you're doing better.
Posted by: Ilya Burlak | December 17, 2008 4:10 AM
Thanks, Ilya, I am... fortunately, it was just a one-day thing.
Posted by: jason | December 17, 2008 10:40 AM
Okay, okay. I can see when I'm out numbered. I guess my female sensitivities are more, well, sensitive than you guys. :)
Posted by: The Girlfriend | December 17, 2008 12:12 PM
Ah, it's okay, honey... I like your female sensitivities...
Posted by: jason | December 17, 2008 2:04 PM