This beautiful heian era poem I nicked from OkapiPrincess's blog...
Though I go to him constantly
on the paths of dream,
never resting my feet,
in the real world
it doesn't equal a single glance.
Waaaah! *sniffle*
That's just crying out for a fic... or maybe the sooky romantic has escaped from her cage. Hn.
Thursday, April 10, 2003
[The 3 'R's - reading, riting, 'rithmatic - are still considered important, but not spelling...]
Woohoo! *little dance*
One day to go! One day to go!
I am so looking forward to these holidays, I have never felt so consistently tired as I have over this school term. 'Stress' has probably got something to do with it (when I get stressed I go to sleep) but, gods I need a break...
And unlike previous hols I've actually got a bunch of stuff lined up to do with the cubs, rather than vague ideas of what could be 'fun'. Ack, maybe I'm getting more organised with my advancing age?
Nah...
Woohoo! *little dance*
One day to go! One day to go!
I am so looking forward to these holidays, I have never felt so consistently tired as I have over this school term. 'Stress' has probably got something to do with it (when I get stressed I go to sleep) but, gods I need a break...
And unlike previous hols I've actually got a bunch of stuff lined up to do with the cubs, rather than vague ideas of what could be 'fun'. Ack, maybe I'm getting more organised with my advancing age?
Nah...
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
... and wednesday night is Quiz night...
The wings are quite pretty...
Goddess of green. You probably prefer to be outside
where you can get some fresh air!
What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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The wings are quite pretty...
Goddess of green. You probably prefer to be outside
where you can get some fresh air!
What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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*Lutra mush*
Was watching a David Attenborough doco - Life of Mammals - and saw these little guys.
They make a sound like squeaky toys! 'eee!' 'eeeee!' ^~^
Was watching a David Attenborough doco - Life of Mammals - and saw these little guys.
They make a sound like squeaky toys! 'eee!' 'eeeee!' ^~^
I really don't make things easy for myself, do I?
I bought the cubs a book - 101 Cool Magic Tricks...
'Mum! I need a coin/glass/water/paper/blunt pencil/hat...'
'Mum! Come and see this COOL trick!'
*sigh*
Oookay...
THE TRANSVESTITE JOKE!
Youre comfortable with yourself and self-observant.
You also boast a tendency to flaunt your sexual
preference, but what the heck.
Which Eddie Izzard Joke Are You?
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This was kind of cute...
Shirley Temple-- you're cute around people but
naughty when you get away from the crowd
What's your stripper name? (female)
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I wasn't very impressed with this quiz. The writer is one of those people who can't/won't spell properly, uses those annoying abreviations and too much/none at all punctuation... effing infuriating and stupid...
ur an ordinary unpure person
sexual purity test
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(Oh, those last two quizzes came from Soulsis, the first one from Talon)
I bought the cubs a book - 101 Cool Magic Tricks...
'Mum! I need a coin/glass/water/paper/blunt pencil/hat...'
'Mum! Come and see this COOL trick!'
*sigh*
Oookay...
THE TRANSVESTITE JOKE!
Youre comfortable with yourself and self-observant.
You also boast a tendency to flaunt your sexual
preference, but what the heck.
Which Eddie Izzard Joke Are You?
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This was kind of cute...
Shirley Temple-- you're cute around people but
naughty when you get away from the crowd
What's your stripper name? (female)
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I wasn't very impressed with this quiz. The writer is one of those people who can't/won't spell properly, uses those annoying abreviations and too much/none at all punctuation... effing infuriating and stupid...
ur an ordinary unpure person
sexual purity test
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(Oh, those last two quizzes came from Soulsis, the first one from Talon)
This might seem like a pretty inane thing to get het up over but it really, really bugs me when people don't hang out their washing properly (ie: like I do) and we end up with all the pegs on one side of the Hills Hoist. Grrrr...
The cubs' father came home this morning with the news that the Golden Arches of Doom 'family restaurant' has pulled one of the current range of toys out of circulation. This latest lot are based on the Transformers and one of them transforms into a tank. Apparently some child psychologists suggested it might not be the best thing for little persons to play with at the moment.
However... Can you imagine how rare those toys are going to be? How much they'll cost - cos of course, without them, you can't make the 'mega-transformer' thing...
I had a very strange dream last night.
Future earth - kinda sorta - something to do with taking a duck back to it's right place in time before it infected everyone with salmonella... But anyway... There's sporadic, uncontrolled flooding world wide. The waters can come up only a few inches, to being deep enough to cover buildings. The floods can come and go for a week at a time, or a month, it's completely unpredictable.
Flooding happened while I was there and I kept an eye on the water creeping upwards as the people I was with set about sealing their building with little bits of thin plastic and rubber I thought would never keep the water out, but did.
It flooded 3 times, each time the water covered the buildings but life went on as normal inside, and by the end of it I could tell when the waters were receeding because the sun came out...
The cubs' father came home this morning with the news that the Golden Arches of Doom 'family restaurant' has pulled one of the current range of toys out of circulation. This latest lot are based on the Transformers and one of them transforms into a tank. Apparently some child psychologists suggested it might not be the best thing for little persons to play with at the moment.
However... Can you imagine how rare those toys are going to be? How much they'll cost - cos of course, without them, you can't make the 'mega-transformer' thing...
I had a very strange dream last night.
Future earth - kinda sorta - something to do with taking a duck back to it's right place in time before it infected everyone with salmonella... But anyway... There's sporadic, uncontrolled flooding world wide. The waters can come up only a few inches, to being deep enough to cover buildings. The floods can come and go for a week at a time, or a month, it's completely unpredictable.
Flooding happened while I was there and I kept an eye on the water creeping upwards as the people I was with set about sealing their building with little bits of thin plastic and rubber I thought would never keep the water out, but did.
It flooded 3 times, each time the water covered the buildings but life went on as normal inside, and by the end of it I could tell when the waters were receeding because the sun came out...
Monday, April 07, 2003
The ningen thought people might be getting confused by all this talk of stairs and doors and rooms at the Lemon Tree (which is, after all, a tree). So she did this (self-confessedly crappy) little sketch to show what she thinks it looks like. [smirk] Rather like the look of it, myself. Cuddly little 'lemon rooms'. Bet it smells wonderful...
Woohoo! My next Dystopia chapter, 'Leech' is finished, ready for coding. This story I've had mulling around in my head for ages, can't remember if I've mentioned that already, but this was the story Dystopia was created around. It's quite different from how I originally planned it, but I think it works...
Ack. Parent/teacher interviews.
The good news is the cubs have made improvements in their behaviour and attitudes since last year, but there's still a long way to go. They're both very bright but socially inept and easily frustrated which leads to tantrums - something that can be very isolating.
However, the teacher of one of them showed us the way he avoids working. This particular cub hates writing, it's 'boring' (ie: too much work). They have a page to fill twice a week or something... he's been filling the space with drawings, and comic style illustrations so he can show what's happening with the minimum of words. This is sort of an improvement, I guess, not that long ago he wouldn't draw anything at all... And - this cracked me up - his teacher came the heavy one day and told him in no uncertain terms she wanted him to write 8 sentences.
He did - the same sentence 8 times. : )
Don't you think that shows an certain amount of cunning? *g*
Ack. Parent/teacher interviews.
The good news is the cubs have made improvements in their behaviour and attitudes since last year, but there's still a long way to go. They're both very bright but socially inept and easily frustrated which leads to tantrums - something that can be very isolating.
However, the teacher of one of them showed us the way he avoids working. This particular cub hates writing, it's 'boring' (ie: too much work). They have a page to fill twice a week or something... he's been filling the space with drawings, and comic style illustrations so he can show what's happening with the minimum of words. This is sort of an improvement, I guess, not that long ago he wouldn't draw anything at all... And - this cracked me up - his teacher came the heavy one day and told him in no uncertain terms she wanted him to write 8 sentences.
He did - the same sentence 8 times. : )
Don't you think that shows an certain amount of cunning? *g*
Heh, had a busy sort of weekend, but enjoyable.
Went to Niki's on saturday with the cubs. Soulsis was there with her chicks, and we herded them all - including Niki's two - off to the park for a couple of hours. It was very unstressed; the children are all old enough now that they don't need constant supervision so we (the mums) were able to sit down and chat while keeping half an eye on them all. The cubs and I stayed for dinner and we got home waaay past their bedtime so it was two very sleepy little boys I poured into bed. : ) (Hee, and I was showered with gifts again - books, purple curtains, chocolates - I really do have the best friends.)
On sunday the cubs and I went swimming then I came home and napped for a couple of hours. Another unstressed day. : )
Niki's mum was getting rid of some books, so naturally I pawed through them.
One of the gems I snaffled was 'The Science and Art of Married Love.' It was written in 1974 by a naturopathic doctor, Paul G. Bragg - Life Extension Specialist.
I don't know where to begin really... I can only read little bits of this book at a sitting cos a lot of the time I end up wanting to through it at the wall. : / The bits he want us to pay attention to are WRITTEN IN CAPITOL LETTERS, just so we understand their importance. One of the basic premises of this... epitome of wisdom.. is that women are more likely to achieve 'satisfaction' by playing their natural role of surrender and submission. I'm not making this up.
There are 41 titles, chapter things in the first 15 pages - some of them are only a paragraph long, and the rest of the 53 pages is made up of hightly pertinent questions that Dr. Paul answers.
Questions such as:
I have been married for 17 years, have 3 children and a fine husband. Sex means nothing to me. If I never had it again I could live contented. How important is sex to me?
...here's the answer...
Sex is an inescapable part of us. It is there from the moment of birth when we are given our sex identity - boy or girl - and it is with us until the day we die - when it goes on our death certificate. You're not going to be able to skip out on sex, so accept it and look toward the good. For good love-making enriches you emotionally and spiritually, and relaxes muscles, soothes our nervous system, makes you forget your pressures, strains and tensions for awhile, helps attain restful sleep and is one of the few satisfying experiences in this world. Please change your mental attitude towards sex. You want to be a full woman don't you?
*speechless*
.. but there's no pressure being brought to bear, of course, no prodding of guilt that to be unenthausiastic is anything other than unnatural. Humph. The key words there are 'good love-making'...
Not going to read any more, it's just making me cross.
The only other 'information' book that has made me as mad is one I got from the nuns at my catholic primary school, titled 'How to be a real girl.. That little tract of nonsense has almost been burnt a dozen times over the years. I'll have to dig it out and share with you all...
Went to Niki's on saturday with the cubs. Soulsis was there with her chicks, and we herded them all - including Niki's two - off to the park for a couple of hours. It was very unstressed; the children are all old enough now that they don't need constant supervision so we (the mums) were able to sit down and chat while keeping half an eye on them all. The cubs and I stayed for dinner and we got home waaay past their bedtime so it was two very sleepy little boys I poured into bed. : ) (Hee, and I was showered with gifts again - books, purple curtains, chocolates - I really do have the best friends.)
On sunday the cubs and I went swimming then I came home and napped for a couple of hours. Another unstressed day. : )
Niki's mum was getting rid of some books, so naturally I pawed through them.
One of the gems I snaffled was 'The Science and Art of Married Love.' It was written in 1974 by a naturopathic doctor, Paul G. Bragg - Life Extension Specialist.
I don't know where to begin really... I can only read little bits of this book at a sitting cos a lot of the time I end up wanting to through it at the wall. : / The bits he want us to pay attention to are WRITTEN IN CAPITOL LETTERS, just so we understand their importance. One of the basic premises of this... epitome of wisdom.. is that women are more likely to achieve 'satisfaction' by playing their natural role of surrender and submission. I'm not making this up.
There are 41 titles, chapter things in the first 15 pages - some of them are only a paragraph long, and the rest of the 53 pages is made up of hightly pertinent questions that Dr. Paul answers.
Questions such as:
I have been married for 17 years, have 3 children and a fine husband. Sex means nothing to me. If I never had it again I could live contented. How important is sex to me?
...here's the answer...
Sex is an inescapable part of us. It is there from the moment of birth when we are given our sex identity - boy or girl - and it is with us until the day we die - when it goes on our death certificate. You're not going to be able to skip out on sex, so accept it and look toward the good. For good love-making enriches you emotionally and spiritually, and relaxes muscles, soothes our nervous system, makes you forget your pressures, strains and tensions for awhile, helps attain restful sleep and is one of the few satisfying experiences in this world. Please change your mental attitude towards sex. You want to be a full woman don't you?
*speechless*
.. but there's no pressure being brought to bear, of course, no prodding of guilt that to be unenthausiastic is anything other than unnatural. Humph. The key words there are 'good love-making'...
Not going to read any more, it's just making me cross.
The only other 'information' book that has made me as mad is one I got from the nuns at my catholic primary school, titled 'How to be a real girl.. That little tract of nonsense has almost been burnt a dozen times over the years. I'll have to dig it out and share with you all...
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Earlier this week I bid on and won a book that OkapiPrincess had listed on ebay, (really, really gorgeous needlepoint). She came 'round for a visit tonight so I could pay her for it, in theory, and then she gave it to me as a belated birthday present! *happysqueak!* I have the best friends!
And then on top of that she gave me this gorgeous birthday card which is actually a mouse mask, a PPG poster (from Somerley) and two ribbony hair-tie thingies (pale purple with glittery purple stars, and purple with butterflies!). Okapi also gave me printouts of two fake book sleeves (to wrap around your porn and such so what you're reading will be outwardly acceptable to other commuters : ) They came from the Black Books site and if you haven't seen any of this Brit comedy you're missing a real (odd) treat.)
Here's the 'blurbs' from them:
Bastard Squad
Rob McCabe didn't know the meaning of fear. Sometimes he claimed to have sex with it, but he was dimly aware that this was a metaphor.
However, with his collection of guns and ability to climb over stuff, he was regarded as the best soldier and acrobat in the Midlands. But even grizzled, cynical Rob didn't reckon on the charms of Rita, an Indian ladyboy with a taste for the finer things in life...
and this from The Goblin Troll
After three weeks at Magic Academy, Papamama had just about managed her first spell - a fireball the size of a bee, that burned some string. It had taken her an hour, and she had bits of dried magic on her hands, which was beginning to smell. She thought about going to the toilet to wipe the magic off with a sponge, but she was so tired that she couldn't be bothered.
It was the beginning of a long year at the Magic Academy.
*rolling around laughing...*
I've started on the next chapter of Dystopia. I'm enjoying it immensly, it's evolving as I type and I'm glad to see those couple of years writing Professionals fan-fic had a definite advantage...
And then on top of that she gave me this gorgeous birthday card which is actually a mouse mask, a PPG poster (from Somerley) and two ribbony hair-tie thingies (pale purple with glittery purple stars, and purple with butterflies!). Okapi also gave me printouts of two fake book sleeves (to wrap around your porn and such so what you're reading will be outwardly acceptable to other commuters : ) They came from the Black Books site and if you haven't seen any of this Brit comedy you're missing a real (odd) treat.)
Here's the 'blurbs' from them:
Bastard Squad
Rob McCabe didn't know the meaning of fear. Sometimes he claimed to have sex with it, but he was dimly aware that this was a metaphor.
However, with his collection of guns and ability to climb over stuff, he was regarded as the best soldier and acrobat in the Midlands. But even grizzled, cynical Rob didn't reckon on the charms of Rita, an Indian ladyboy with a taste for the finer things in life...
and this from The Goblin Troll
After three weeks at Magic Academy, Papamama had just about managed her first spell - a fireball the size of a bee, that burned some string. It had taken her an hour, and she had bits of dried magic on her hands, which was beginning to smell. She thought about going to the toilet to wipe the magic off with a sponge, but she was so tired that she couldn't be bothered.
It was the beginning of a long year at the Magic Academy.
*rolling around laughing...*
I've started on the next chapter of Dystopia. I'm enjoying it immensly, it's evolving as I type and I'm glad to see those couple of years writing Professionals fan-fic had a definite advantage...
Friday, April 04, 2003
*snigger*
This is Joules' result for the movie quote quiz... Can't say I'm surprised...
You are... Rocky Horror Picture Show - "And
what charming underclothes you both have."
Can you say "sexfiend?" You've probably
been arrested (or almost arrested) for public
indecency, and you really don't care. You crave
kink, and everyone knows it. People in foreign
countries probably know of your wild
sexcapades! Sometimes love will come your way,
but it hasn't seemed to work out... yet.
What movie quote are YOU?
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This is Joules' result for the movie quote quiz... Can't say I'm surprised...
You are... Rocky Horror Picture Show - "And
what charming underclothes you both have."
Can you say "sexfiend?" You've probably
been arrested (or almost arrested) for public
indecency, and you really don't care. You crave
kink, and everyone knows it. People in foreign
countries probably know of your wild
sexcapades! Sometimes love will come your way,
but it hasn't seemed to work out... yet.
What movie quote are YOU?
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My next Dystopia chapter, 'Angel pt2' is posted. Only a short one, but eh... Now on to the meaty stuff!
The cubs went to a birthday party last night for a friend they went to school with last year. 12 little boys hyped on sugar is not my idea of a blissful evening. Fortunately I didn't have to stay, so I went and browsed wishfully at a big furniture/computer/electrical place just over the way.
Thank you for this quiz, Okapiprincess...
You are the Battle of Pearl Harbor sketch. You're
all about little old ladies fighting each other
in a muddy field. Sick freak.
Which Monty Python's Flying Circus Sketch are You?
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... and this...
You are... What Dreams May Come - "I would go
to hell to find you."
Love, above all else, is important to you. When you
love someone, you really love them, and you'd
do anything for them. Sometimes that an get you
into trouble, but to you that isn't important;
what is important is is maintaining the levels
of caring and trust in a healthy relationship.
You little romantic, you.
What movie quote are YOU?
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The cubs went to a birthday party last night for a friend they went to school with last year. 12 little boys hyped on sugar is not my idea of a blissful evening. Fortunately I didn't have to stay, so I went and browsed wishfully at a big furniture/computer/electrical place just over the way.
Thank you for this quiz, Okapiprincess...
You are the Battle of Pearl Harbor sketch. You're
all about little old ladies fighting each other
in a muddy field. Sick freak.
Which Monty Python's Flying Circus Sketch are You?
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... and this...
You are... What Dreams May Come - "I would go
to hell to find you."
Love, above all else, is important to you. When you
love someone, you really love them, and you'd
do anything for them. Sometimes that an get you
into trouble, but to you that isn't important;
what is important is is maintaining the levels
of caring and trust in a healthy relationship.
You little romantic, you.
What movie quote are YOU?
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Thursday, April 03, 2003
*annoyed*
The Ham-hams have been removed from their 7.30 am slot and put on at 3.30 pm which is when I'm picking the cubs up from school. I suspect I'm more put out by this than the cubs are...
Eating a whole packet of dried pineapple is not a good idea.
Yay! All the new books have been entered into the library database!
Just on the subject of rats...
I kept pet rats years ago, before I got involved with the cubs' father. I started out with 2 and ended up with 17. That wasn't very good, cos while rats are intelligent and affectionate little friends, you need to spend time with them or they lose their affinity with you. (Oh, the first 2 I had were sisters, Sous-sus and Bess, albinos, then Kismet a ginger hood. I never actually bred any of my rats, I just kept acquiring them from friends who did.) It was interesting to note the differences between male and female rats when it came to cage-keeping. Give them fresh bedding and the girls would take their time, moving it about, fixing and rearranging until it was just so - the boys, on the other paw, would just kick the lot into a corner and call it sorted.
I think there's a lesson for us all in that. : )
The Ham-hams have been removed from their 7.30 am slot and put on at 3.30 pm which is when I'm picking the cubs up from school. I suspect I'm more put out by this than the cubs are...
Eating a whole packet of dried pineapple is not a good idea.
Yay! All the new books have been entered into the library database!
Just on the subject of rats...
I kept pet rats years ago, before I got involved with the cubs' father. I started out with 2 and ended up with 17. That wasn't very good, cos while rats are intelligent and affectionate little friends, you need to spend time with them or they lose their affinity with you. (Oh, the first 2 I had were sisters, Sous-sus and Bess, albinos, then Kismet a ginger hood. I never actually bred any of my rats, I just kept acquiring them from friends who did.) It was interesting to note the differences between male and female rats when it came to cage-keeping. Give them fresh bedding and the girls would take their time, moving it about, fixing and rearranging until it was just so - the boys, on the other paw, would just kick the lot into a corner and call it sorted.
I think there's a lesson for us all in that. : )
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
The ningen has noticed - yeah, occasionally she does notice what's happening on the planet her body is living on! - that monotheistic paternalistic cults - Judaism, Islam, Christianity - have promoted more and bloodier wars than the rest of human history added together, and that they promote neglect and abuse of the planet, and everything on it, in favour of a supposed blissful afterlife.
The ningen believes - in this lifetime, anyway - that the whole point of living is to leave the planet a little happier/cleaner/safer/more joyful than it was when she was born - and the way she's going she'll kill herself trying to prove her point.
[*sigh*]
Me, I'm surprised she's survived this long….
The ningen believes - in this lifetime, anyway - that the whole point of living is to leave the planet a little happier/cleaner/safer/more joyful than it was when she was born - and the way she's going she'll kill herself trying to prove her point.
[*sigh*]
Me, I'm surprised she's survived this long….
[*watching tokage-chibi interaction indulgently. Murmurs to self:* It's just not worth the agro mentioning how cute that is...]
I had a very odd dream last night. (apologies beforehand to any Christians - the views expressed by my subconscious are not necessarily what I'd have come out of my mouth.)
I was basically in charge of a group of people, a mix of men, women and children, and I was planning to take them somewhere lovely (Borneo springs to mind - I have no idea why). But, down the hill from us was an enclave of Christians. Some of my group started heading down the hill and I thought, fair enough, they're Christions, but then some more of my group began to peel away and I started to get worried. And angry. I knew the Christians were using magic to try and influence my people, despite their stance that 'magic' was sinful and all I could do was watch as my charges trickled away from me.
However, it wasn't all bad, end of the dream had me watching the dozen or so people I had 'saved' (that was definitely the word I used to myself) with a feeling of joy and contentment.
Anxiety dream, perhaps? Not feeling like I have control of my life? Eh...
I had a very odd dream last night. (apologies beforehand to any Christians - the views expressed by my subconscious are not necessarily what I'd have come out of my mouth.)
I was basically in charge of a group of people, a mix of men, women and children, and I was planning to take them somewhere lovely (Borneo springs to mind - I have no idea why). But, down the hill from us was an enclave of Christians. Some of my group started heading down the hill and I thought, fair enough, they're Christions, but then some more of my group began to peel away and I started to get worried. And angry. I knew the Christians were using magic to try and influence my people, despite their stance that 'magic' was sinful and all I could do was watch as my charges trickled away from me.
However, it wasn't all bad, end of the dream had me watching the dozen or so people I had 'saved' (that was definitely the word I used to myself) with a feeling of joy and contentment.
Anxiety dream, perhaps? Not feeling like I have control of my life? Eh...
[Lies on stomach at edge of bower, chin resting on crossed forearms, tail waving gently, watching small Saiyan brat inch closer - eyes wide, basket held out in front, glancing over shoulder occasionally at were-Saiyan hovering some distance away...] Hello bratling - is that for us? It smells wonderful... [moving slowly, without rising, reaches out hand to take basket, and hands over small Koi fish ki-carved from golden tigereye stone] That's to say 'thank you'...
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
I'm yearning after having a pet rat again. But I couldn't have it until I get my own place (the cubs' father is phobic) and do I really want to have a rat when KittenKong's such a good hunter? *sigh*
I was doing some shelving in the school library today and I saw a book titled 'Torturers, Terrorists & Turtles'.
Eh?
I didn't have my glasses on - it was actually titled 'Tortoises, Terrapins & Turtles' *g*. I think the misread title has potential, though, don't you?
Okay, next Dystopia chapter is started, going to have to think about the next AC chapter soon too...
I was doing some shelving in the school library today and I saw a book titled 'Torturers, Terrorists & Turtles'.
Eh?
I didn't have my glasses on - it was actually titled 'Tortoises, Terrapins & Turtles' *g*. I think the misread title has potential, though, don't you?
Okay, next Dystopia chapter is started, going to have to think about the next AC chapter soon too...