The King of Nothing to Do

Yet another assortment of images and text with which to distract yourself from the crushing hopelessness of day to day living. Enjoy!

These posts are the result of record-breaking feats of procrastination. You may reach me at thekingofnothingtodo at yahoo dot com.

Such Starchy Breadths as No Man Could Argue With

2 A.M. Conversation with T.G. on Wombs, Wardrobe Montages, and Wodehouse

LK: …What I wouldnt give to be Arthur Dent. Catapulted into the universe without so much as a by-your-leave. Or, on the opposite end, sort of, Bertie Wooster, insulated against any real pain.
TG: Well, aren’t we all catapulted?
LK: Catapulted out of our comfy wombs!
TG: Yeah, you’re in desperate need of one of those self-affirming wardrobe montages.
LK: Hmm. Self-affirming wardrobe montage… *strokes chin*
TG: Right? Right? …I would totally buy new outfits.
LK: I have been looking at online style sections a lot lately. Certain trends, I approve of.
TG: Lapels against the world! Such starchy breadths as no man could argue with!
LK: Hahaha! You know, if you wrote more, you could be the cuter female version of Wodehouse.
TG: Aww. I would love to be a Nazi sympathizer!
LK: He was just confused!
TG: And perhaps… A NICE TIE. What trends?
LK: Well, one of the trends I like directly contradicts your tie statement.
TG: Really? The anti-tie?
LK: Apparently, buttoned-all-the-way-up shirts without ties have come back from the 80s.
TG: Just stay away from “popped” collars.
LK: I will. They are too jaunty.
TG: They are an abomination. Really. What would Jeeves do?
LK: Look upon my sartorial decisions with disdain, most likely.
TG: Naah, generally if you stick with nice breathable materials that look somewhat washed, you’re okay.
LK: Why I wear nothing BUT! For example, my mesh shirts…
TG: Oh. Oh dear.
LK: My light cotton skorts.
TG: HEY. DO NOT BASH LIGHT COTTON SKORTS.
LK: Hee hee hee. They *are* very comfortable. And show off my legs while maintainng my girlish modesty.
TG: Yes. Mama Mary loves light cotton skorts.
LK: And let’s not forget my fanciful hats.
TG: Now I’m afraid.
LK: Really, anything can be made into a hat, if you put your mind to it.
TG: Livery?
LK: WOOOUULDNT IT BE LIVERY
TG: Wait. I’m a bit dizzy. All the marching Eliza Doolittles!
LK: It’s like delerium tremens without the joy of once having been drunk.
TG: Totally. Lost intoxications.