There's A Unicorn In My Pocket

There’s a unicorn in my pocket
I don’t know how it got there
Maybe it jumped
Or flew
Or simply appeared out of thin air
(Or thick air)
It doesn’t sprinkle glitter dust
It doesn’t grant wishes
It doesn’t even talk
It doesn’t do anything
Anything except poke my hand
Every time I stick my hand into that pocket
(The pocket where the unicorn lives)
Every time it pokes me
It reminds me
Reminds me that it’s there
And that the only one left to make magic
Is me

Questions Without Answers

Think I can recreate this look? Would love to figure out a way to do it. Cuz it's a giant juicy steak of whimsy and delightfulness.



Can you have friends, a significant other, and still keep your day job? Here are some words for thought, as published in the New Yorker in 1998:
(Of course, it seems I only have two right now, so I can't give an accurate response to this one.)




When can we go to Ikea again? (Music video by OK Go features Ikea furniture, although you are more likely to be charmed by these amazing well trained dogs!)