So, my last post may have been a little confusing to a lot of people, especially since SBK told me that the majority of people in the world do NOT speak Domo. So, here’s another post to tell you a little bit about me and my role here on this site.
I’m Little Domo, and I live with SBK and his wife RJK. I was originally trapped in the Walmart warehouse and just a little bit lost when an unknown worker picked me up by the foot one day, stuck me into an escape pod, and jettisoned me out into the wide, wide world. I will always be grateful to that unknown Walmart warehouse worker. I hope you’re having a good day wherever you are.
Anyways, the next thing I knew, my escape pod opened and I was in SBK’s home. They had ordered me and I was sent to them specifically, so I recognize SBK as my one true hero for getting me out of that warehouse. I still have my escape pod, and I fly it around the house sometimes for fun. Big Domo (more on him later) has an actual rocket, and we go to the moon and get cheese and go to Mars and other cool things.
As a writer, it takes me a while to write posts, mainly because I don’t have fingers and running from one side of the keyboard to the other can be quite tiring. So, that basically means that I will post, but not as often as the ten-fingered SBK. SBK said I needed to take a picture and add it to the post, and it needed to be relevant to the post. I don’t know what that word is, as I am little and still learning the language, but here’s a cool picture of the floor I walk around on all day.
Big Domo has been in this house for a very long time, as he was adopted by RJK when she was very sick. I’m glad she’s better now. She still gets sick sometimes, and Big Domo and I are always there to help her feel better and be a pillow when she needs extra support. Yeah, sometimes we have pillow duty, but it’s okay. I like to think of it as one, long hug. I like hugs.
So, I am the boss of this operation. I get SBK to write about his life as keeping a journal helps him sort through things sometimes. It also let’s him get his “stream of consciousness” out, whatever that is. It’s sort of like pooping, except without all the smell. That’s how he described it to me. It still doesn’t make any sense.
Well, I guess that’s all for now. This running back and forth has got me worked up for a Diet Mountain Dew. I’ll see if SBK is drinking any and just steal a little bit of his.
He’ll never know.