Phooey. kat perez beat me to the ocelot limerick (by Eve Merriam, not Nash), which is one of my favorites.
(Side note: it's entirely likely that Hec will come barging in and insist that it is in fact not a limerick because it's not dirty, that proper limericity depends equally upon both meter and filthiness. Which I think is quite wrong, but he gets very entertainingly ranty about it once you get him all wound up.)
I am VERY pleased with myself to have been inside for all of the storms so far today.
just hot here. no storms here. time to hibernate...
I think we had that storm yesterday. Enjoy!
An anatomically correct gargoyle
How the fuck do they know that it's "anatomically correct"? Did they have a live gargoyle to compare it to?
Soooo, I'm having a not-so-great day at work, and when I finally sneak some time to skim Natter, I discover you people are talking about ocelots and Really Rosie ...
I love you all so very much. And now I'm going to listen to Really Rosie on my iPod.
Had a dream last night. Everyone in it was ear- and eye-budded into something recorded in the past. I was the sole participant in the now.
Actually, it was kind of dull.