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Another Close Call...

So I'm painting this voodoo-esque scene, and like all good practicioners of the bastard stepchild of Santeria, the figure in the painting has a pet rooster of dark and glossy mein.

Still in the throes of morning slow-on-the-uptakeness, I hopped on Google, thinking vaguely to check how the tail feathers should look, and began typing.

My finger was hovering over the enter key when some slow-to-respond part of my brain noticed that I was about to run a google search for images of "black cock" and screamed "ABORT! ABORT! DEAR GOD! Do you mean to kill us ALL!?"

I think I need more coffee before I'm ready for the internet...

breeden
ursulav

Another Close Call…

So I’m painting this voodoo-esque scene, and like all good practicioners of the bastard stepchild of Santeria, the figure in the painting has a pet rooster of dark and glossy mein.

Still in the throes of morning slow-on-the-uptakeness, I hopped on Google, thinking vaguely to check how the tail feathers should look, and began typing.

My finger was hovering over the enter key when some slow-to-respond part of my brain noticed that I was about to run a google search for images of “black cock” and screamed “ABORT! ABORT! DEAR GOD! Do you mean to kill us ALL!?”

I think I need more coffee before I’m ready for the internet…

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.