Heavy Load

She's got the weight of pink schmooshy sludge on her shoulders. What will tomorrow bring?

There's that whole "life imitates art vs. art imitates life" thing that you discuss in your high school art history class and act all cool but maybe art imitates life...if you call this art.

We received free hot pink goopy business on our desks one day. I poked at it for a day or two with my pen. Tabitha made a ball of it on her desk and left it overnight to monitor it's spreading power. I marveled over it's not-so-flatness. On Friday I decided to put my pink goo into a little container and set it on top of my rubber peanut to see what would happen over the weekend. The answer was pretty lame - a pink covered peanut with a surprising air pocket all around the nut. Still...this wasn't all that interesting. On Monday I decided to pull the pink stuff like taffy which only put big air bubbles into it. Those annoyed me. Then I sat and poked the sludge with my pen again to try to pop them. My creativity must have been on an all-time low with the hot pink goop.

Tuesday there was discussion about doing something more with what we had been given.

So today Amy, Jill and I made balls out of the pink slop (Amy had thrown hers away foolishly the first day because she "got a hair in it and thought it was gross") and put one ball on shark sitting on top of a car and one ball on top of Xena: Warrior Princess whose leg was trapped in a bottle and who was being stifled by the low self esteem girl in the press-on dress who was clinging to her leg. As I left work for the day they looked like the above photos.

What next? Will Zena be toppled by pink goop? Will Xena finally kick her leeching friend down onto Amy's desk? Will the shark manage to extricate itself from the pink grip and drive away in the tiny yellow car? We'll see tomorrow, won't we!