they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

the day we became storm troopers.

we rented a storm trooper costume for a project at work. it was an official costume. i thought that was cool. the guys thought it was amazing. it was perhaps the best day of their lives. everyone took turns wearing the costume, walking around the office. looking intimidating.

by the end of the day, the storm trooper was pretty much assimilated with the culture at the office. he wasn't very much of a talker though.

i couldn't let the costume leave our hands without trying it on myself. the problem is that it was meant for a 6 foot something male. so, the base layer was enormous on me.

i was the shortest storm trooper ever. and i stood like a girl. (according to the kings of storm trooper-stance knowledge.)

i still managed to surprise a few people before i turned in my storm trooperness for good.


  • At 10:21 AM, Blogger J. Timothy Henning said…

    You are such a girl... stormtrooper.

  • At 11:14 AM, Blogger Spyder said…

    That had to be great. I would have loved to have done that. Good for you! Remember that when dealing with your health issues. You're a stormtrooper by George!

  • At 3:36 PM, Blogger Kat said…

    What fun!! I want to work at your place! Seriously. Do they offer childcare? ;-)

  • At 4:29 PM, Blogger Author said…

    How did I miss that? Did the suit come with depends? Black & white empirical fascism at its happiest.


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