they eat cats, don't they?
Mar. 29th, 2004 06:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sab1. Destina, but what about the dog?
2. I got an e-mail from LaT with my Icondrabblechallenge assignment. Boy howdy did I ever forget I was doing that. And yet, some cute icons! Yeah, I can rattle off 250 words. Would someone be so kind as to direct me to LaT's LJ?
3. Edith brought in two grasshoppers, each approximately as big as my head. She killed one, but left the other one maimed and wiggling on the floor, even after I gave her a stern talking-to about finishing her meals and how there are starving cats in Vietnam and how if she's going to take a double helping of cricket she damned well better eat the whole thing and not leave legs and wings lying willy-nilly on the floor. She was having none of it, and eventually I realized I'd have to deal with the cricket-grasshopper who was approximately as big as an Irish Setter myself. It was too maimed to scare and too big to kill, so I had to do the bowl-and-cardboard trick and put it outside and the whole thing put me off my dinner, which was really, really too bad because I made teriyaki steak. On the other hand, I hadn't cooked the rice fully so it was more like popcorn, but I'm usually fond of crunchy things, so no harm, no foul.
4. Despite the fact that I am still a Friend Of myself, I am no longer showing up on my own Friends list. Can you see me?
5. So I was thinking about crickets, which got me to thinking about Cricket magazine (in which I was published more than once in my formative and brilliant youth, ahem) and the relationship between Cricket and Ladybug, which, you know, is really almost indistinguishable from the relationship between Kermit and Miss Piggy, when you think about it. She's in love with him, she's somewhat of an overbearing personality, he's an exhausted, reluctant hero (I was soinlove with both Kermit and Cricket in my day) who pretends to be exasperated with her, but at the end of the day, he'll still recover from amnesia in time to marry her. Or something. Yeah?
2. I got an e-mail from LaT with my Icondrabblechallenge assignment. Boy howdy did I ever forget I was doing that. And yet, some cute icons! Yeah, I can rattle off 250 words. Would someone be so kind as to direct me to LaT's LJ?
3. Edith brought in two grasshoppers, each approximately as big as my head. She killed one, but left the other one maimed and wiggling on the floor, even after I gave her a stern talking-to about finishing her meals and how there are starving cats in Vietnam and how if she's going to take a double helping of cricket she damned well better eat the whole thing and not leave legs and wings lying willy-nilly on the floor. She was having none of it, and eventually I realized I'd have to deal with the cricket-grasshopper who was approximately as big as an Irish Setter myself. It was too maimed to scare and too big to kill, so I had to do the bowl-and-cardboard trick and put it outside and the whole thing put me off my dinner, which was really, really too bad because I made teriyaki steak. On the other hand, I hadn't cooked the rice fully so it was more like popcorn, but I'm usually fond of crunchy things, so no harm, no foul.
4. Despite the fact that I am still a Friend Of myself, I am no longer showing up on my own Friends list. Can you see me?
5. So I was thinking about crickets, which got me to thinking about Cricket magazine (in which I was published more than once in my formative and brilliant youth, ahem) and the relationship between Cricket and Ladybug, which, you know, is really almost indistinguishable from the relationship between Kermit and Miss Piggy, when you think about it. She's in love with him, she's somewhat of an overbearing personality, he's an exhausted, reluctant hero (I was soinlove with both Kermit and Cricket in my day) who pretends to be exasperated with her, but at the end of the day, he'll still recover from amnesia in time to marry her. Or something. Yeah?
