Friday, May 21, 2010

It's all for you, Damien!

Study this. There will be a test. We have, my friends, the opportunity to look into the eyes of our enemies and defeat them, if only we can spend long enough staring.

I decided, recently, and in related news, that no one ever can tell what color my eyes are. I swore - perhaps rashly, perhaps crazily - that the first woman who can tell me, without any prompting or hinting or knowing about this comment, that my eyes are blue, will bear my children.

I know it's the word of a crazy person. I know my eyes are a very dark and stormy blueish gray, but they're my dark and stormy blueish gray, and I don't like it when I've been told to my face that I have brown eyes or hazel eyes. No. False.

I'm fine with it when people think my irises are black, though, that's fun and exciting. Like Damien. Or Paul Atreides.


Stacey said...

Or like the guy from Limp Biscuit (sp? no, wait, I don't want to KNOW how to spell it) with the black contacts. Creepy.

Kara Dugas said...

i know what color your eyes are :) but the children thing...ehh that'd be weird. no one knows what color mine are either!!

Justin said...

I think Stacey knew right away.

[Take my wife. Please.]

Andrew said...

I don't think you're supposed to announce pre-wedding jitters on the Interwebs, guys. ;)