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smokingbootWise and shrewd are the predictions of November Girl and Evilwillow. Fulfilling all prophecies, Freakella Brunel brought eight or nine (we can't be sure) tiny freaks into the world on Easter Saturday.
Life in all its awe-inspiring majesty is actually a bit gross. New born gerbils are not cute. They remind me of a story from the Malleus Malificarum, where a witch kept a nest of stolen male members up a tree. They waved around like snakes as she fed them. One lucky owner got the chance to retrieve his member and tried to make off with a bigger one, only to learn it belonged to the local parish priest.
So anyway, baby gerbils. They look like weeny stunted penises, engorged and purple with blood. She had them virtually in front of me, and then shifted nests round to the back, and then shifted the nest right into the centre. I can't check on how the babies are without destroying her security systems, and as I suspect this is her first litter, I don't want to freak her out any more than she has been. The boys have been relegated to upstairs, and they have been resolutely cute all week. Now all three of them are digging up the lair. I just hope I'm not watching the redesign of Pet Sematary.
This week has been a time of sickness and strangeness.
Larians has not been well. I have been a little under the weather too, but my dago-celt thug genes chased away the nasty infection, which settled on my love's chest. He has been off ill all week, and today reacted very badly to the rock hard anti-bi's prescribed by the doctor. This led to frantic calls to the surgery, with its lovely but not very well informed receptionists ('House calls?..Very well...I will check with the Master...')followed by much mucking around with prescriptions and apothecaries. He seems to be getting better now, but we totally missed Maelstrom (Can't wait to try it! The best LARP event in the world? I must surrender to the hyperbole as soon as possible!) and our Brum visit has been woefully knocked on the head.
And what else? I have worked, sworn, cussed, meditated, watched Labyrinth, marvelled at the Bowie lunchbox, and continued work on my latest project. The current piece reads like I wrote it with my foot. Again. But at least it has a direction.
More? There's always more. But now I must stop. God, I must sleep!
Life in all its awe-inspiring majesty is actually a bit gross. New born gerbils are not cute. They remind me of a story from the Malleus Malificarum, where a witch kept a nest of stolen male members up a tree. They waved around like snakes as she fed them. One lucky owner got the chance to retrieve his member and tried to make off with a bigger one, only to learn it belonged to the local parish priest.
So anyway, baby gerbils. They look like weeny stunted penises, engorged and purple with blood. She had them virtually in front of me, and then shifted nests round to the back, and then shifted the nest right into the centre. I can't check on how the babies are without destroying her security systems, and as I suspect this is her first litter, I don't want to freak her out any more than she has been. The boys have been relegated to upstairs, and they have been resolutely cute all week. Now all three of them are digging up the lair. I just hope I'm not watching the redesign of Pet Sematary.
This week has been a time of sickness and strangeness.
Larians has not been well. I have been a little under the weather too, but my dago-celt thug genes chased away the nasty infection, which settled on my love's chest. He has been off ill all week, and today reacted very badly to the rock hard anti-bi's prescribed by the doctor. This led to frantic calls to the surgery, with its lovely but not very well informed receptionists ('House calls?..Very well...I will check with the Master...')followed by much mucking around with prescriptions and apothecaries. He seems to be getting better now, but we totally missed Maelstrom (Can't wait to try it! The best LARP event in the world? I must surrender to the hyperbole as soon as possible!) and our Brum visit has been woefully knocked on the head.
And what else? I have worked, sworn, cussed, meditated, watched Labyrinth, marvelled at the Bowie lunchbox, and continued work on my latest project. The current piece reads like I wrote it with my foot. Again. But at least it has a direction.
More? There's always more. But now I must stop. God, I must sleep!
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Date: 2004-04-16 10:07 am (UTC)