The docks, Thursday afternoon
Feb. 16th, 2006 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superartieArtie is out on beach by the docks, jumping about and flailing his arms as usual.
Today, however, he's wearing sweatbands on his head, wrists, and ankles, and has a KrebStar 2000 portable radio on a belt around his waist, spouting an odd mix of mid-nineties underground alternative.
Every now and then he pauses and goes back to his porta-home for a sip of an Orange Lazarus.
It seems obvious that this is not just a case of Artie being Artie. This is Artie in training, and for something big. What it could be, well, we couldn't say. But perhaps, noting Artie's past battles, it has something to do with the International Adult Conspiracy?
Or, possibly, he's getting ready to swim to the Olympics.
Or maybe we're wrong, and this really is just Artie being Artie.
With Artie, one can never really tell.
Today, however, he's wearing sweatbands on his head, wrists, and ankles, and has a KrebStar 2000 portable radio on a belt around his waist, spouting an odd mix of mid-nineties underground alternative.
Every now and then he pauses and goes back to his porta-home for a sip of an Orange Lazarus.
It seems obvious that this is not just a case of Artie being Artie. This is Artie in training, and for something big. What it could be, well, we couldn't say. But perhaps, noting Artie's past battles, it has something to do with the International Adult Conspiracy?
Or, possibly, he's getting ready to swim to the Olympics.
Or maybe we're wrong, and this really is just Artie being Artie.
With Artie, one can never really tell.
