I don't know why it makes me laugh so.
Possibly because the idea of a cat actually deigning to play anything, let alone play Fetch, never mind the screaming? Comedy gold.
(Did I explain the fun out yet--because that's my gift. Sure, it's not as cool as saying death is my gift, but the end is the same.)
In Bitches:
Cashmere:
Thanks to Connie, I can discuss this here. DH wants to take a picture of Owen in a roasting pan, naked, surrounded by potatoes and carrots. Is this wronger than a thing that's wrong, parental photography run amok or a way to make Anne Geddes swallow her own tongue?
billytea:
Susan should do it! She can title the picture "Annabel Lecter".
Oh, fine, make *me* look like the reason this came up.
edit: Oh, wait, yeah ...
Another Cut from Scola's Greatest Hits in Natter:
Rock Sta Tom Scola:
Tea, on the other hand, rocks. Plus, it's an antioxidant.
Right now, I'm so antioxidized, I can put out fires just by looking at them.
I sense a new E! special in the works.
Sean K:
I've been doing my tea wrong for my whole adult life, haven't I?
Kalshane:
Well, you season with mold, so it's entirely possible.
ita:
You just got the hang of eggs. Don't rush yourself.
Sean K:
baby steps. baby steps.
In Literary:
Calli:
In fifth grade I had a teacher who made us read as a punishment. Dude. Might as well give me kaluha brownies and gay porn as a reward for being a smartass.
Nilly,
relating her first experience with US bureaucrats in F2F (I really ought to COMM the whole thing, but this bit caused the biggest monitor stain):
The people at the embassy seem to be concerned most with the creation of lines, arranging them nicely, and once they're satisfied, moving them to some other place in the room, to see how they look in there.
Ah, this is *my* favorite part of Nilly's story of the Embassy Of Lines:
A line to be proud of.
It was a line to tell stories about.