I would tax old men who stand in water
Feb. 22nd, 2004 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
realexplodingcatI'm suddenly struck with the urge to post. Seems like I haven't posted anything but writing community stuff and book reviews. Speaking of which, here's a new short creepy thing I wrote. And expect me to write about China Mieville's Perdido Street Station soon. Commence random update.
This cat has taken my advice regarding exercise quite literally. It played tether ball with the bag of valerian root. That's the best picture I have. But it actually did bat the bag around and around the pole a few times. Quite unique, since most of the other cats just lie on their backs and rub it on their faces.
I didn't crawl under my house this weekend. I'm a bit upset by that. I was looking forward to lying on my back and squeezing through a tiny tiny door to insulate the pipes under my bathroom while my wife screamed at me from the yard, "Look out for the spine eating bugs!!!" I pushed away the cinder block that guards the little door. Dragged open the door which had a good amount of dirt and grass blocking it. Angered a worm that was enjoying the wet and darkness within. Shined in my flashlight. Found this big damn pipe thing not more than a foot inside. With that there, I couldn't get very far under the house. So, my adventure was cut short. At least I still have fond memories of crawling through the ceiling in my college dorm from one room to another.
This cat has taken my advice regarding exercise quite literally. It played tether ball with the bag of valerian root. That's the best picture I have. But it actually did bat the bag around and around the pole a few times. Quite unique, since most of the other cats just lie on their backs and rub it on their faces.
I didn't crawl under my house this weekend. I'm a bit upset by that. I was looking forward to lying on my back and squeezing through a tiny tiny door to insulate the pipes under my bathroom while my wife screamed at me from the yard, "Look out for the spine eating bugs!!!" I pushed away the cinder block that guards the little door. Dragged open the door which had a good amount of dirt and grass blocking it. Angered a worm that was enjoying the wet and darkness within. Shined in my flashlight. Found this big damn pipe thing not more than a foot inside. With that there, I couldn't get very far under the house. So, my adventure was cut short. At least I still have fond memories of crawling through the ceiling in my college dorm from one room to another.
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Date: 2004-02-23 04:57 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-23 05:35 am (UTC)Let me know if you have time to take a closer look at that fairy tale I wrote. Writing101 is prompting us with rewriting something...that fairy tale is my most obvious candidate.
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Date: 2004-02-23 02:24 pm (UTC)WRT crawling under the house, the opening to the crawl space is in the coat closet. I recommend doing it during the day, and request only that you do it when someone else is in the house. :)
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Date: 2004-02-23 02:38 pm (UTC)Probably a good thing if someone else is in the house...so at least someone knows what happens when I never come back.
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Date: 2004-02-23 02:43 pm (UTC)*goes back to look at story*
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Date: 2004-02-23 05:01 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-23 05:39 am (UTC)Depends on the cave and how I'm feeling, I suppose.
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Date: 2004-02-23 12:56 pm (UTC)I would tax Raquel Welch... and I've a feeling she'd tax me.
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Date: 2004-02-23 02:37 pm (UTC)