I recieved my birthday present from my veddy good friend in Canada the other day. It was a wooden right-hand artist's model. A very handsome hand it was, too. Virtually moments after being removed from the shoebox he arrived in, the hand became sentient and ate all the cream cheese from my fridge. Which was a disguised blessing, because the cream cheese was a month past expiration date. Anyway, I called him Boris after a female tarantula my brother found once. Because it just seemed to fit. He rode around on the shoulder of my trenchcoat all day today and disturbed some tourists. We put a rubber glove on him when we went into the aquariam, to make sure he stayed dry. Only he smelled like latex afterwards, which prompted A-chan to lick him.
We oogled the octopi in the aquariam. Those things are ungodly mesmerizing. A-chan and Sarah began to understand my octopus fixation by watching them move... and one of them had eggs! i shall have to tell Ryan about it. He's been wanting an octopus since we found a Blue Spot octopus down in the tide pools. These would be Giant Pacific octopus, which are larger and higher maintenance, but nontheless...!
anyway. Go worship Boris.
poverty report: 965 gold. approx. 1/7 of the way to getting a butterfly prism mantilla
absinthe report: Added almond extract. Surprisingly good.
 Catena Carswell · Sun Jul 03, 2005 @ 01:28am · 0 Comments |
