a new… friend
Life is pretty boring at MSR, where I’m currently sitting on top of a monitor that keeps me quite warm. I can sleep without being disturbed most of the time.
There’s a new “friend” there. We call him Tubby. Tubby the Hippo. Here’s his official photo, from his birth place. He’s kind of dull. Never says a word. He just sits there with the same dumb expression on his face. If you ask me, he takes, “Listen to the customer” way too seriously. But then, I suppose when it’s tattooed on your back, it’s hard to forget. Makes you wonder how dumb an animal has to be to get himself tattooed like that. It’s quite sad, really. He’s rather well proportioned, if you ignore those stumpy little legs, but he’s got no range of motion, or any joints, for that matter. And he can’t speak. I mean, really. Can’t speak when you’re so well proportioned? Sometimes looking at him, I’m rather thankful for my abnormally large head.