clickies late night edition

[phinnia]

Well, I was going to write microfiction but instead I ate some soup that hated me and was miserable all afternoon; then I fell asleep for an hour or so, woke up and had some toast and jam. Toast and jam can improve most situations in life.

From the most excellent foxestacado, who has no idea how much is being contributed to my childhood terror of lake fish by this link: 51 inch salmon found in California. Also, playmate wont give chihuahua up to estranged husband. Personally I'm amazed that the dog hasn't run in terror from the little pink glasses she's put on its face. wtf, woman?

From the awesome gokuma, two things that prove once again that reality is MUCH stranger than anything I could ever hope to make up: let's make daddy into office supplies and Russian church missing, presumed stolen.

And now I am going to go to bed. And hopefully tomorrow there will be more bread and jam, and less chicken soup.

Comments

[shutterbug-12.livejournal.com]

I love toast and jam. I was, in fact, very sad that I had no bread for toast and jam. I am having pierogies instead.

The pencil urn is definitely creepy and cool at the same time.

[mactavish.livejournal.com]

That salmon was found very near one of my two childhood homes. Wow. :) I'm glad it died of natural causes. I love the idea of old fish.

[kengr]

51 inches may be big for a salmon. But for *sturgeon*...

You have to throw any under 3 feet back here. You also have to throw back any *over* six feet. Yes, over.

[fayanora.livejournal.com]

Okay, I get throwing back the short ones. But throwing back the ones over 6 feet? Why is that?

[kengr]

Something to do with breeding ages. You could probably find the details if you do some digging.

[talulahk.livejournal.com]

Toast and jam... :}

I know if I have called my parents too late (WHICH VARIES by 4-6 hours and I live 3 timezones away in SF...aurg) 'cause mamma is making wheatberry toast with just maybe a sliver of cheese and honey or a touch of rhubarb preserves and a cup of weak tea or more likely a small glass of milk.

Good times.

[fayanora.livejournal.com]

I like the comment in the thing about the pencils made from dead people that says "Not for the people who chew on their pencils, obviously." LOL!

[addicted2hugh.livejournal.com]

that church story reminds me of jonathan safran foer's "everything is illuminated".

as for the pencils - yuck! to each their own, but i don't think i could ever use one of those.

mad world ;)!

[rosencrantz319.livejournal.com]

You know it's not the size of the salmon that counts. It's what you do with it.

[gizmometer.livejournal.com]

definitely not for those who chew on their pencils... hah! but it is pretty darn cool, what with underscoring the AWESOMENESS of carbon.

stealing church (and SELLING it!): BRILLIANT.

[gizmometer.livejournal.com]

(just clicked the fish)

DEAR JESUS. WHAT. OMG. *terror* and I LIKE FISH. that is only 9" smaller than me!

(is it bad that i have to restrain an urge to send it to the fish-phobic ex?)

[2801rosie.livejournal.com]

The story about the pencils, yuck. To weird for words and wrong on so many levels.
Though it did remind me of something that happened to me when I was a senior in high school. A new girl had transfered from Florida and we became friends. Her father had passed away and they moved back to be closer to her mothers family. I was at her house one day and we were looking for something, I forget what, in the closet. I was helping her and came across a bag. I opened it, stuck my hand in it and found what I thought was sand. I said something like, 'did you bring some sand from florida to remember your time there.' And she said, 'no thats my father's cremated remains.'
I freaked out, I had his remains on my fingers. I didn't know if I should wash my hands or what. I apologized and she was very nonchalant about it. I think I brushed my hands off over that bag then washed the rest of him down the drain. YUCK

[mirrormargaret.livejournal.com]

I was scared of lake fish too!

I still am!

NOW EVEN MORE ...

[paradoxhorizon.livejournal.com]

Oooh! I want to be made into pencils when I die! I could contribute to the world even after I die and maybe people would draw or write something nifty with me! How cool would that be?!
I would also totally like to own some dead people pencils as well, but perhaps shouldn't because I do have a habit of chewing on my pencils...

[daisylily.livejournal.com]

The pencil thing is definitely creepy, but also cool (and I find myself wondering how they actually make the pencils, how exactly they manage to stop you getting more than one out at a time, and so on).

I'm soooooooooo glad I didn't realise until I was an adult just how big some fish can get - if I'd seen that salmon photo as a child I would never have gone near a river again D:

I have much experience of food hating me, so I sympathise extremely much a lot *hugs*