I need a mission.
I've grown dull and repetitive. It's time to whip out the memes. So either send me three questions you want answered or maybe a list of things you'd like photographed or large amounts of cash in small bills so I can go out and get lit and eat out during Restaurant Week--oh, did I mention it's that time again?--or swing by the city this weekend for blogtown throwdown type shiz, so I'll have something to post. Thanks. I still think a cat would be nice, though. My neighbor has a sweet orange kitty. I want to steal it. My first kitty was a kitten I named Chumley who was a gorgeous marmalade cat, but somebody stole him. Boo. I don't know where I got the name Chumley. I think I was about five or six. But I always had assed-up names for my pets. My first pet was a frog I named Alexander the Great, apparently. I have no recollection of this frog, but my family swears it's true. There was a series of insane cats with banal names like Smokey and Mittens, a dog named Shannon (not after Hoon) another sweet cat named Slash (yeah, after the guitarist, what of it?) a couple of unnamed reptiles, including a $150 iguana that ran away after a week (Don't ask. Don't fucking ask.), and a fish named Bacon. Now I have naught. Uh-huh. Rereading that last paragraph, I've realized it's not time for cats. It's time for a shrink. Those are the only people who should be subject to pet-name reminiscence. So, yeah, sorry.
posted by Sid @ 8/01/2005 11:52:00 AM
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Naw, I think it's excellent you can recall the names of said pets.
I can't recall the names of all my pets; however, I distinctly remember all the gory details of their violent deaths, all but one of which was at the paws of my beloved dog, Nicky, the dastardly yellow lab mutt with a criminal record for biting kids on bikes (including me). Oh how I loved that dog.
He chomped a turtle and a fire newt (which might be the pet for you right now) and a pretty, purple fighting fish who, I believe, leapt from his fishbowl, landed on a piece of paper--leaving an imprint, then flopped around until the dog caught a whiff. The fish imprint is the only evidence of the entire story.
I also had a mouse die at midnight under a full moon in the midst of my 5th grade science experiment that studied the effects of the phases of the moon on mouse activity.
I won first prize.
But all these critter's deaths strangely occurred on weekends I spent away from home at my dad's apartment. I'm not saying my mom killed my pets on purpose and blamed the dog, making me not want to spend weekends away with my dad or anything, but how's that for fucked up and therapy worthy?
>>>> My first pet was a frog I named Alexander the Great,
That is so frickin' awesome.
>>> another sweet cat named Slash (yeah, after the guitarist, what of it?)
That is even more awesome.
If it makes you feel any better, I've really been thinking about getting a cat myself. I'm inching closer and closer to the stereotype of the "crazy cat woman."
Um, questions? I dunno, been to any good shows lately?
Chumley is the name of that walrus that used to kick it with Tennessee Tuxedo.
divine: a "science experiment that studied the effects of the phases of the moon on mouse activity"? You need help.
Just dawned on me that I have an orange cat and as a child I had an orange gold fished named Orangie? I must have grown as my cat's name is Mr. Orange. Either that or I have orange pet issues. When I get old I'll probably have apet orange, much like the pet rock, but it'll be named Orangejuice or soemthing. -Rob
Three questions:
1. What kind of man do you prefer -- Australian or British?
2. You have to kill one celeb. Which one would it be and why?
3. Boxers or briefs on a man?
restaurant week? awwwwww maaayan! i wish i could go! i can't believe it's already restaurant week again! ::sigh::
kitties are wonderful tho. even tho the ku often tears around the house, randomly meows for no good reason and occassionally tries to rip up stuff she knows she shouldn't, she's great to curl up with. and when i don't want to be bothered, she doesn't bother me.
ummm, 3 questions:
1. what's the worst, most god-awful name (for a person) you've ever heard/read?
2. what's the best restaurant you've been to in nyc? (of course there's be a foodie question)
3. if you could only have 1 pair of shoes out of your collection, which ones would you pick?
I was going to ask about the iguana running away, but then I remembered that my aunt had a slug who made serious breaks for freedom every three days or so (seriously - it was weird). I like your pet names. Very cool. The weirdest pet name I ever had was a fluffy demon rabbit named Zamboni. My father had wanted to name a dog Zamboni for about fifteen years when we got it (and, incidentally, one of our dogs had it as a middle name), but we always and cute little female dogs and my mother said she could only see the name fitting a bulldog with a cigar in it's mouth. So the rabbit got the name. We gave it to my aunt after it bit our dog.
Three questions, huh? Ok. My questions always relate to books.
1. What was your favorite book as a kid and why?
2. What book would you give to your best friend and why?
3. What book would you give to your worst enemy and why?
I like the answers I get when I ask the third question. I'm guessing you will have an interesting answer. Hm... I should ask Viv that one of these days...
Will you quit your job in time for us to hang out when I'm in NY?
Do you sleep with the TV on or off? If on, what channel is it tuned to?
If you had to pick just one cheese, which would it be?
I had a cat for 12 years that was named Cat. I'm a very simple man.
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