My partner and I went to the store today, looking for a cool new bathroom design. We bought our house about ten years ago and honestly, I’d never really been a fan of the bathroom but we didn’t have the money to renovate it.
But Tim got a big promotion at work the other day, which means we’ve suddenly got the funds. Super exciting. So we were looking at all these custom bathroom designs, trying to decide which was best, when suddenly this green space rock appeared in front of me, literally out of thin air.
Tim was like, “I’m not touching that thing.” But I’ve always been braver than him and reached out for it with little hesitation. I’m still not really sure if that was a good decision or not.
On the positive side, I have the ability to control the air, like some sort of superhero. On the negative side, my body has been turned into a plastic monstrosity. Tim says I look like a Bionic Cool now, but I don’t know what that is.
Why is it that every time I think about getting bathroom renovations near Melbourne something crazy happens? Last year I won a competition and got some extra money from it, so we were going to do the renovation then, but I got attacked by a hoard of vicious rabbits on the way to the bank. They stole my cheque and tore it to pieces. And the year before that, I got my inheritance but had to use it to pay my student loans.
And this time, I’ve been turned into a plastic monster that doesn’t even need to use a bathroom. So much for bathroom renovations now!
What am I supposed to do with the ability to control the air and green, plastic bones? Seems kind of useless. Why has this even happened to me? Can’t someone else have become a Bionic Cool? This honestly sucks.
– Elizabeth Cloud
Hello, and welcome back to our semi-live account of the epic battle between Space Wizard and Sewer Wizard. I’m Tybalt Way. Let’s jump straight back into it. I want to see how this ends!
There was a surprising amount of people in the room for the information session about becoming a member of the Auto King’s space flight crew. Each of them wore lab coats that they’d probably bought from a two-dollar store.
I can’t say I’m convinced by ‘Titans!’, the recently-announced sitcom focused on the ancient Greek deities of the same name. I can see the appeal in taking these titanic mythological figures and putting them in ordinary, mundane and wacky situations as they just try to live normal lives. The trailer had a couple of good moments, like Atlas getting angry at Hyperion because he drank the last of the divine nectar and put the empty bottle back in the magical ice chunk, and he’s having the Olympians round for dinner so he goes out, and…
You know, I really think I’ve cracked the code of what’s been wrong with our mech-suits. And that is…hair. Unless you want one of those open-cockpit abominations that just shouldn’t exist, mech suits are often enclosed to offer the best protection and care. But wait, many cry! That will mess up my hair as surely as will a hat or hood, or some similar thing! Plus there’s just the generally untapped market of hair styling machines.
And my parents said that a degree on commercial office design was a waste of time! Well, they said the same thing about my entire existence, and look how THAT turned out. That’s right: probably correct for most of my life. But now I have a degree, and I’m going to be the very best
Everyone is buzzing about VR lately, and I personally can’t wait until it’s a real thing. See, people like me are cursed. My love for Japanime has shown me that things could be so much better than they are in real life, and yet, it is something I could never have…unless we get totally-immersive video games at some point in the near future, and then it’ll be awesome. The world of the digital can be shaped however we wish, just like in ‘Digi-Mon-Day’, except without the calculator business and world saving. Although it WILL save the world, just you wait!
It’s great having some acting work again, even if it’s mostly just ads. Hey, that’s how most actors tend to tide themselves over in between the big stuff. I didn’t like the idea at first…particularly since it felt like a step down. But meh…it’s not like I was a big movie star before anyway. Not even a big celebrity; just small-time stuff in a cabaret act. It was so fun, though…
It’s that time of year again. That time of year that I honestly don’t enjoy all that much, which could refer to quite a number of times, but…the family Ute Party has to take the cake. All the Jacoby clan come together from all over Australia, and I hear even Aunt Mabel is coming over from New Zealand. Her and Uncle Foster must’ve patched things up since the whole muddy pug wrangling wrestling racket incident.
If there’s one innovation we’re missing in the modern world of 2018, it’s cars that can talk to us. And no, I don’t mean stuff like “My fuel is low. Please fill up on fuel at your earliest convenience” or “My tires are feeling soft. Isn’t it time you filled them up?”