Trick question!
Well, there was once this box of something-which-had-been-a-long-long-loooong-time-ago-probably-some-sort-of-food in the fridge, left by one of my former roommates, which I had to not only throw out but also pretty much bleach off in order to clear the smell and the greenish-grayish from everything involved. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that whole species (sp?) were prospering there, developing rich cultures (worshiping my former-roommate as their deity, of course, and her hand-writing on the note on the box as her indecipherable prophecies).
But this answer was too long for the checkbox next to the question, so I just marked it "no" (species-cide is not genocide, right? The fact that it's worse is just a problem for the person who phrased the question, no?)
[Edit: sorta x-post with tommy, who used much fewer words for the same purpose.]
[Another Edit: Hmm, brenda, I haven't thought about it this way!]
on eBay: OOAK Needle Felted Santa Cthulhu and Mrs Cthulhu AHA
Yes, it's Santa Cthulhu time again! This year we see Santa preparing for his big night. Mrs. Cthulhu is ready at his side with a plate full of freshly baked ... childrens faces? I guess they go well with milk, since Santa's got a glass in his hand. He's checking his list and filling his bag with little girls and boys.
Santa Cthulhu and Mrs. Cthulhu are one-of-a-kind original works of art. They are needle felted entirely from wool (though Mrs. Cthulhu also has a wire armature to help her stand up straight). Everything you see in the photos is included in this auction: Santa Cthulhu, Mrs. Cthulhu, the stool Santa is sitting on, and his bag of arms and legs. Santa sits about 10.5" tall while Mrs. Cthulhu stands about 9.5" tall. This group of figures is a collaborative work between myself and another artist, Brian East. Just the thing to complete your holiday decorations!
Oh, and we heard a rumor that Mrs. Cthulhu wears candy cane underpants, so we went undercover (so to speak) to find the truth. We now have photographic proof!
And in other matters, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Typo Boy's birthday.
Happy birthday, Typo Boy! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!
Happy Birthday, Typo Boy!
Happy birthday!
I think yesterday was actually Monday! N slept in until 5:00 AM. What a nice LATE morning in our household. I love that he just looked at the window and said, "It's still dark outside. Is it still night time?" Why yes, son, it is.
I made both granola (A favorite recipe that has both almonds and cashews) and peanut butter chocolate oatmeal cookies. And also a soup but soup less exciting than gift food.
Happy Birthday, Typo Boy!!!!
Before I got to work this morning, I got 4 packages in the mail (lines at 8:30 at the near-to-work PO), picked-up the shoes that could not be located on Friday, bought myself flowers for work desk, and scored an extra coffee drink because they made my order wrong (gave it to young cube neighbor who appreciates saving some money). That's a lot more than I normally do outside of my house in the morning.
The flowers will motivate me to get some crap off my desk so there is room for a vase.
And I still have one package with me to mail, plus 2 more at home that I need to bring in tomorrow. The big plus side to all that is that crap is leaving my house. My packing materials stash is getting way down, which is awesome.
Happy Birthday Typo Boy!
I am at jury duty, waiting. Also my face and throat hurt. There is the interesting thing out the window- It looks like the demolished an old building to put a new one up, but saved the ornate pillars and door, which are forming a little pavilion in front of the new building. It is very odd.
I thought I was going to be able to get work done, but there is a lot of hurry up and wait, and I cannot focus. We were supposed to go to the courtroom at 9:30, but the court deputy has not arrived yet to take us, so maybe there is some last minute bargaining.
