"queerer than a clockwork orange"

Once again, this isn't going to be much of a post. I'm rather tired but I had a very interesting moment today.
I spent some time this morning with my roommate and she ate an orange. No big deal, right? I went down to lunch with Doug and when I came back, I saw this.


You are not seeing things. Şelale, in fact, carved the peel from her orange to make gears and assembled a clockwork orange on our living room table. I don't think she actually spoke to me in a Cockney accent but she might as well have. Sometimes I just need to shrug and acknowledge that my life is strange.