I saw a big fat pigeon sitting in my backyard yesterday, it looked old. When I told my dad, he said “yeah, she comes here every afternoon”
I saw a laundromat downtown but it was closed. The window had a washing machine painted on it from the inside, it looked cool because it was an old model painted.
I saw a painting at my therapist’s office depicting a bullfighter about to finish off the bull. I suspected it was Picasso and after I googled it, I realized I was right.
I saw another pigeon waiting for me to give it a piece of croissant while I was having some coffee outside. After I threw a piece of croissant on the ground, it ate it, then flew to a balcony and must have made some sort of signal to a few other pigeons there because they all came to me and waited for more croissant. But I had no more croissant.
I saw a picture of John Kerry holding a cane and looking at a bunch of donuts. Sadly, I had already seen it, a couple of years ago.
I saw a comment someone left on this blog 5 months ago, wishing that I’m alive and well and that my love for literature has not been relegated as part of my past. This made me very sad.
I saw the movie Fire in the Sky. I thought it was very clever when they showed that the typical “grey alien” archetype is actually spacesuits and that’s why the face lacks any features.
I saw a video of a Rottweiler eating some cheese and then shaking its head when the owner offered a piece of broccoli. The title was something like “Rottweiler does not like vegetables”. I showed it to my parents and they thought it was the funniest thing they ever saw. They both love Rottweilers.
I saw a screenshot of a space flight simulator I often play and it made me realize that I haven’t seen a star in the sky since I was a kid.
That’s about it, I guess.