Posts tagged ‘toy’

Long live the king!

This is the tale of how evil was vanquished by darkness…

There once was a King who ruled with a fist of ice.

The ice king.

Until one day the black knight triumphed over the foul sorcerer, and slay him.

The king is dead, long live the king. There can be only one true king!

And so, the black knight saved the land.

Take care…

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Ben’s diary ep2

Dear diary, I met her at the airport, her beaming smile captivated me as she exited her plane:

After saying hello and talking for a little while, we drive of in her convertible.

After we arrived at her house things got heated pretty quickly.

Dear diary, I don’t know how to put it, but I’m in deep trouble. Those days of fun seen to be over:

That’s all for today, dear diary.

Ben’s diary ep1

Dear diary.

As I had gone for a hike in the mountains, I came upon the small inn where she works:

Over the course of hours we drank and talked, we laughed and sang.

It ended upstairs.

Sadly, all good things come to an end, as was my visit to the beautiful mountains, and rolling hills, all of which I never saw.

That’s all for today, dear diary.

Oops

I have no material for today.

Sucks. I know. Imagine how I feel.

Anyway, granny forgot some groceries, and needs to go for a spin…

Meanwhile, I’m working on a few half cooked ideas for next week.

Take care, A.

Wine

You don’t need a reason to taste this delicious drop.

Have a nice weekend.

Vacation post…

Currently we’re on vacation in Italy, Bibione to be precise.

Weather is awkward (more rain in two nights then in an average July, while nice and hot ask day long), food is really great (which I will pay penance for during workout once back at home), but the most amazing thing is the headwaiter

If you’re not an all inclusive vacationer, he treats you like a second class citizen. He’s ALWAYS there, no off day. And he’s a little … not clumsy per say, but comedically forgetful and preoccupied.

We told him our room number, so he could find our table.

Which he forgot during the conversation.
Twice.
Then he asked again, with the wrong room number, for confirmation of the beverage order. He seems always preoccupied, as if he was from a Louis des Funnes film, a caricature of a headwaiter.

But he’s real.

Hope you’re having a great time, take care, A.

Getting philosophical…

Sometimes I wonder, am I the reflection of him? Enacting his thoughts and wishes, not in charge of my own fate, but merely the natural reaction, the logical conclusion to the actions of mirror Ben? If not, how does the man in the mirror feel about this?