I Could Be Your Greek God of Misplacement
March 2nd, 2005
Wondering why your left sock keeps on getting lost in the wash? Curious as to what happened to that deoderant you’ve misplaced? Ran out of Q-Tips yet you’re positive you had some left?
Attribute it all to me. Your new Greek God.
It’s funny when you really sit down and forget about yourself long enough to think back to the time that people worshipped Greek Gods. When the earth shook, it was Zeus doing it. When there was rain, the rain guy in the sky was making it happen. There was a god of love, of fate, of death, of strength of honor and much much more.
But did they ever worship the God of Misplacement?
That’s where I come in. Can’t find that latest resume on your computer hard drive? Lost your keys? Missing that sweater for that special occasion? Forgot someone’s number? Lost your dog?
Me. Me. Me. Me. Me.
As the Greek God of Misplacement, my goal will be to make you think you’re going mad. That you’ve gone insane. That normal, everyday things like putting the mail out for the mailman (which now, you can’t find) are complicated cerebral issues for you. But at the same time, instead of looking stupid or thoughtless or just plain idiot-like, you can blame it on The Greek God of Misplacement!
So next time your girlfriend or your wife or your mother or your brother asks you what you did with the remote control… Or what happened to that W-2 form from last year… Or where those blank CDs are at… Or what happened to the birth control pills… Just blame it on me.
I’ll be glad to take the credit.
Just from looking at the illustration, you can be my Greek God of Replacement anytime you want. Providing you eventually tell me where the hell you put my glasses.
Comment by Fully — March 2, 2005 @ 10:29 am
The cartoon you looks fabu! Now…as for that cup of non-fat yogurt sitting on my desk 15 minutes ago and it’s now strangely disappeared…oh wait. Nevermind. I ate it.
Comment by groovebunny — March 2, 2005 @ 10:37 am
You’re so chiseled.
Comment by Kathleen — March 2, 2005 @ 10:40 am
That’s a great image. Next book cover, perhaps?
Comment by monkeyinabox — March 2, 2005 @ 11:51 am
My only question? What is the significance of the alien face on the hilt of the sword?
Comment by Molly — March 2, 2005 @ 12:51 pm
Why is that child chewing on your leg?
Comment by Zombie Flyboy — March 2, 2005 @ 3:31 pm
Yeah, that’s all fine and good. But who’s going to offer up the entrails of a ram and pour out libations of wine, to the god who makes them lose that one book in their encyclopedia set, result in a jump from “F-G” to “J-K.” Nobody, that’s who.
Comment by Will — March 2, 2005 @ 8:15 pm
First of all, the alien head is not an alien head. It’s a monkey’s skull. It’s good luck.
As for the baby — it’s someone’s lost kid who they’re still looking for, but alas — The Greek God of Misplacement has found said baby!
Comment by Pauly D — March 2, 2005 @ 8:18 pm
The more I look at that picture, the more self-conscious I feel since my body does look somewhat like that.
Seriously. It’s like you’re looking at my soul - bared.
Comment by Pauly D — March 2, 2005 @ 8:20 pm
Did you draw that yourself? I like the 5′o-clock shadow. It’s very Miami Vice.
Comment by Zombie Flyboy — March 3, 2005 @ 12:43 am
You sort of remind me of the new grown up and HOOOOTTTT Peter Brady. I love watching the surreal life just to see his shirtless shots. Unfortunately, I have to watch the exploited mini me and the low self esteem of Chynna to get to see such things. Perhaps on your Design on a Dime episode you can walk around dressed as above. It would so make me watch it.
Comment by Fully — March 3, 2005 @ 6:44 am
Fine, Paul, you want the God of Misplacement
job? You can have it! I was thinking of retiring anyway. Expect four semi truckloads of
misplaced (empty) wallets, pens, earing backs,
cell phones, car keys, unmatching socks and
last but certainly most annoying… apostrophes
to show up at your door tomorrow! I’m through!
Comment by scriptcraft — March 3, 2005 @ 3:02 pm
The God of Misplacement can give an explaination of everything. Where are my keys? Where are my shoes? I suppose he also has my $5 that I lost yesterday. Very interesting.
Comment by Bobbi — March 5, 2005 @ 4:41 pm