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[viedma]

Finished mailing out all holiday thingamabobs today. I've had a relatively painless experience at the post office this season, but that's because it was waiting to do all its mentalness today. 20 minutes for a lady to get two books of stamps, whoowee! People were literally spinning in circles with frustration, the type of people you know have a fairly inactive social calendar. Oh well. But I'm done!

This weekend I called my dad and we thanked each other for our respective food gift baskets. I got his because it had pears in it, hoping that he'd eat them after a meal of summer sausage and caramel popcorn. And he did, bless him.

He has a stepson who goes to those auctions for people who don't pay the rent on their U-Store-It squares. (I think the technical term for that is "vultures".) Anyway, dad was telling me about this painting the stepson gave him.

"It's of a clown, and it looks kind of sad," Dad says. "The guy who painted it signed his name. Wayne, and it looks like G-A-C, or is that an S? -Y..., 1993."

"Like maybe John Wayne Gacy?"

"Yeah, that could be it."

"Dad, do you know who John Wayne Gacy is?"

"No, what's he done?"

I tell him.

"OH SHIT!"

I still wonder if my Dad is pulling my leg. He has done in the past, but something tells me no this time. It's more likely someone was goofing around with a painting picked up at a living room warehouse outlet. At any rate, his clown is way scarier than our clown tile in the basement. That clown was almost a deal-breaker when Vali first saw it, until cooler heads prevailed and we remembered that it's ventriloquist dummies and furries that we rightly fear and despise. Even Casey likes him. She lays down next to him in the basement and they tell secrets.

Oh, and Vali found a rly funnie link: dietennant. Go to the beginning and work your way back. :DDD

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[averysmallthing.livejournal.com]

"Dad, do you know who John Wayne Gacy is?"

*boggles*

If it's true, holy hell. If it's not true, I love your dad.

[viedma.livejournal.com]

Stranger things have happened, that's for sure!

[cryptile.livejournal.com]

. . . can't sleep clowns will eat me. Freaky.

[viedma.livejournal.com]

Icon!

Clown meat is delicious, but it has to be prepared *just so*.

NOM NOM NOM!

[roxann-ireland.livejournal.com]

Speaking of stuff in the mail, thank you so much for the OMG EAT NAO! cake. Seriously, it's only by a herculean effort of self-control that I restricted myself to eating a mere one-third of the cake whilst standing in the kitchen, the ravaged shell of the box kicked haphazardly into a corner.

Re: NOM NOM NOM!

[viedma.livejournal.com]

U GOT UR PAKAJ MISSUS ROCKSANN IRELUNDD YAY! Honey, you could eat the whole thing in one bite and it still wouldn't make a dent-- you are teeny-tiny! But I'm very glad you liked it. :D

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

O_O

O_O



On the other hand, if it's true, his paintings go for decent money.

[viedma.livejournal.com]

That would be just like Dad's stepson to bring a genuine Portal of Evil into the house. Talk about a forehead-slapper! But you're right...ka-ching. Although he'll have to have 1/2 of it to charity to absolve himself.

"Yes, the murdering, you shitbrained yahoo!"

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Remind him not to tell them where the money came from. They tend to frown on that.

Though it's not like Mr Gacy financed his murderin' through the lucrative clown painting market.

Re: "Yes, the murdering, you shitbrained yahoo!"

[viedma.livejournal.com]

Is that quote from Darkplace and I'm currently having a brain moment?

(Thanks for the lobotomy.)

"Ann's ego grew three sizes that day!"

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Nah, it's from some fic I wrote, because I amuse myself.