So I was talking to Boppie (who's currently worrying about wind-blown radiation) over IM the other day and we were talking about the mouse story, and we realized another level of horror from the mouse's point of view. See he thinks he's made it to relative safety and comfort or at least respite from the vicious killers trying to get at him under the secretary in the kitchen, and looking around he sees he is amongst other mice, and just as he's saying, "Okay, Guys, what's our next move? Guys?" he realizes they're not real mice at all, but creepy, artificial mice, in some cases cobbled back together from parts. It would be like being chased by a pack of serial killers into a mannequin factory. *laughter* No? Well, we thought it was tres amusing.
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I came across this piece on the napping habits of several famous men, thus finding more evidence in favor of napping. Not that I needed more evidence. That case was firmly decided long ago...
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I'm quite certain there was more originally, but that's all for right now. TiVo talk coming soon. And I really need to redo this blog... it needs a make-over...
1 comment:
Thank you for the shout-out, and for revealing my radiation-related anxieties to your social circle ;) Currently I am coping with the deal of my molecular steam curler apparatus, RIP 1997-2011. And not coping particularly well, I might add.
I look forward to the blog redesign - I don't know how committed you are to blogger, but the WordPress site has pretty cool templates and gadgets.
Toodle-oo. Happy napping ;)
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