I was beginning to worry, after I sent out all the machetes that everyone who got one suddenly realized “Uh… wow. So I actually have to take a picture of myself with this now?”
And since, while weird, I’m not a pornographer who’s going to shout at someone “Hey listen slut, you took the fuckin’ machete now you take your fucking clothes off and suck that cock!” I was stuck in something of a conundrum.
Little did I realize, given the awesome nature of machetes, that the recipients had merely so incorporated the machetes into their daily lives they had forgotten there was anything remarkable about a machete at all, and simply forgot to take pictures.
Kima shows us a good example of this phenomenon.
At the very start of her day, we see that Kima’s machete has replaced the need for companionship, a gun in her dresser drawer, and also provides the tactile experience of having someone hold your hand all through the night.
I am also told there is some sort of SG-1 reference here. Perhaps to the sarcophagus? The glasses and black shirt do bring to mind Daniel Jackson. However, I’m going to have to do some more digging.
Using the awesome sharpness of her machete, Kima shaves her legs and gets ready to step out of the shower and into her yellow rain slicker, so that she can then spend her day sea-captaining and yelling at land-lubbers.
Finally, after a cold day in the harbor, Kima comes home and eats some tofu and vegetables… which reminds me I need to have some pizza.
Kima, I welcome you to the machete army, and hope you will keep us all healthy in our long war against… well we’ll work on that.
