Some content on this page is not suitable for young eyes or faint hearts. Views expressed by Sleep Talkin' Man rarely reflect the opinions of waking Adam. Especially the desire to exterminate all vegetarians (but he does hate lentils.)
"Your social life and the Bermuda Triangle are pretty much the same thing. Total mysteries and devoid of life. Now get the fuck out. Go play in the playground with the others."
I was utterly baffled by this one. Thankfully, Adam was able to educate me about the blancmange. And here's a lovely image of a pink one. Looks to me like a jell-o mold:
"I know I wasn't exactly paying attention to what you were saying. I was veering towards ripping out your tongue and using it as a crack wiper. Glad we got that sorted out."
"Where's my migrey bat? Hmm? Where is he? I left him here in this box, and he's not there now. Ohhhh. He's metamorphosized! Yay! Oi, what's he changed into? That's disgusting. Clean it up, and flush it away. Ew. Nasty."
As far as I can tell from my research, there is no such thing as a "migrey" bat. If anyone has any more information that might explain this one, please share.
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Karen's notes: STM kept to himself again last night, forcing me to dip into the nest-egg. I suppose he's sulking that there's no one there to listen to him in real time. Oh well, it's just one more night without me. And then, he'd better make it up to me!
Karen's notes: I didn't find anything in the recording last night, but this one from the nest-egg couldn't possibly have a more appropriate day to shine. And, by the way, Adam actually IS a mega-super-awesome dad. Happy father's Day, Baby, and Happy Father's Day to all you other dads out there!
Karen's notes: These are from the nest-egg. I suppose STM kept quiet last night because he was lonely. I'm in the US, you see, and Adam's back in London. When we're separated, Adam has to record himself and then send me the audio file. I pop it open in the morning, never knowing what I'm going to find. Well, let's just hope STM comes back out of his shell tomorrow.
"Don't growl. Don't growl at me. Not nice. You could purr. Go on, purr like a tortoise. I like it when you purr like a tortoise.... Shut up. You're crap. Where's my tortoise?"
Karen's notes: Well, it was one of those quiet nights, so these are from the nest-egg.
I'm heading off to Boston for a few days, so the blog will be posted during US mornings, rather than UK mornings. Incidentally, on Friday and Saturday nights, I'll be going to see the new play by Liars and Believers, so if anyone wants to come along, please find me and say hello!