Feeling It

It feels lovely.

The texture of nylons and silk stockings, etc., has always felt nice to me, which is probably why I like the article and all its contrivances. From the very first time I discovered them in my mother’s closet and tried them on I thought they were interesting.

It naturally follows that the little man that lives in my imagination is also fond of them. In our world we take that enjoyment to a whole different level.

In other news I would like to report that yesterday here at my blog, referrals or web addresses that have a link to my blog and included the word “small man” outnumbered those for “giantess” by seven clicks. Not much to speak of, but that hardly ever happens! Giantess referrals and searches and websites and all that always outnumber shrunken man ones to an exorbitant degree. But not yesterday. Hurray!

Have a nice week!

Boston – More Than a Feeling

Tightrope

Click on image for pixel-free collage.

Today is International Giantess Day, in case you didn’t know. I’m celebrating it in various ways, and posting this collage is one of them.

I’m sure you are prepared, but during International Giantess Day you must have in your home ten gallons of nail polish and a barrel of lipstick of the same color, because if you get visited by a giantess, you must be prepared for the time-honored beautification rituals that are expected of mere mortals little people of your kind.

If you happen to be married to a giantess you don’t need me to mention the above, as you know your home will be skipped by other giantesses when they perceive it as marked territory (our olfactory sense is so keenly developed), but you will still need to roast the customary hundred wild hogs (or tofurkeys if your huge wife doesn’t fulfill her massive protein requirements with the flesh of creatures with faces), bake the cake from which you will pop out wearing the traditional mushroom, and sing the Giantess Anthem at the top of your lungs while standing on your front lawn.

If you don’t know the words of the Giantess Anthem… then boy are you in BIG trouble, similar to the sort depicted in the collage above.

Electric Light Orchestra – Tightrope

Distraction

A welcome one.

Every once in a while I think that the alternate Undersquid that lives in a world of shrunken men and normal-sized women owns a strip club where tiny men dance for the ladies in the audience.

But the owner of the club likes to watch this one dancer alone, and not because he makes her laugh with the silly ’70s tunes he chooses to disrobe to. I’d tell you his stage name, but there’s no reason to do so, as he’s not available. He only dances for the owner.

Bachman-Turner Overdrive – You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet