In my childhood version of the rhyme, we caught a tiger by the toe. Because that rhymes with Moe. Even then I thought, why...? how...? My imagination spun out an image of catching a tiger by the toe that remains with me today.
The place where the cat scratched me two days ago is closed up neatly and it's a little red; it doesn't look bad for a two-day-old fairly deep cat-claw scratch, but it's itching and burning to the point of distraction. I wonder if maybe I'm allergic to something I put on it (Neosporin cream, or the non-latex bandage, or something). Or maybe it's tetanus and I'm going to die.
Can someone reassure me and maybe give me some sensible advice?
I'm listening to Danny Elfman's "Corpse Bride" soundtrack. It's lovely, very Elfman. Very Nightmare Before Christmas. I'm used to hearing familiar musical phrases in favorite movie composers' stuff, but Elfman seems to use larger chunks.
Brony?
There are some questions that are best left unasked.
I'm still annoyed with the Bronies and their peer cohort
Are they not supposed to go to their show? While supply and demand makes it effectively a competition for the tickets, they're not going mano a mano with tweens or anything. Just consuming their product and indulging their fandom.
Are they not supposed to go to their show?
Well, yeah, kind of. When it's billed as a single showing that's part of a series of Saturday morning kid's movie matinees, when it's going to come out in wider distribution at some point, when the theater saw what direction things were headed and hastily secured and announced a second showing at a more grown-up-friendly hour in midweek, and when their indulging their fandom results in tears and flipouts by tiny humans with incredibly poor powers of self-control... it's not required, but it'd be nice.
The bronies who were turned away shrugged and were bummed and went out for coffee or wandered home to see what bootlegs they could ahem. The kids who were turned away had wailing fits that their parents, who'd schlepped them out to the ass-end of the City for this, then had to negotiate down and spend a couple of hours making up for in order to make the rest of their Saturday not-shitty for the entire family.
Not required, I totally concede, but would've been nice. Especially with the second showing on offer. Bigger people can cope with, "Aw, damn, not today, but I'll just go Wednesday instead" much more easily.
So nobody cares if I have tetanus. Fine. I see how you are. More interested in bronies than my arm falling off.
But it's okay. I can see a big red area around the scratch, like a burn but in the shape of a Band-aid, so probably I'm allergic to something in the non-latex bandage (which I bought specifically because I'm allergic to latex). So carry on with your brony talk. I'll let you know if aliens sprout out of my arm. I'm fine over here, by myself, all alone. If I die, someone will find out eventually. Don't trouble yourselves.
More interested in bronies than my arm falling off.
I'm going to go on record as saying I'm against your arm falling off.
I'd be careful with a cat scratch, Zen, but stop using the bandage, and hope it was that?
Zenkitty,
are you up to date with your tetanus shots? If not, I would recommend you go to a doctor.
If you are, if it is getting worse, I would go to a doctor.
