A Foolish Figure

Scene:  The Kebster is sitting at her computer editing what is sure to be the great novel of the 21st century.  The Kebster's dog, Arthur, is lying on the ground, semi-comatose.  The Kebster's chinchillas, George and Lennie, are chewing frantically at one of their wooden platforms--quite literally sawing off the branch they are sitting on. 


Georgen'Lennie: making threatening stances at each other Reah Reah Reah !  [that is my attempt at chinchilla nasty noises]

Kebster:  distracted from novel-of-the-century Stop it guys!

GnL: continue preparing for epic battle

Kebster:  Oh!  Do you guys need food? 

Comatose Arthur: JUMPS UP INSTANTLY AT FULL ALERT    FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did I mention that Arthur was a dog?


EDIT:

Two more entertaining doggie moments this evening.

1. Arthur has been chasing the two flies that are haunting my apartment.  He may be scared of many things, but in the face of flies he is a noble hunter!   I hope he has better luck catching them than I have.  At least he sticks to it longer than I.   But there is nothing quite like watching a dog chase and snap at what (from about three feet distance) looks like thin air.

2.  After his failure in procuring a moscian (totally made that word up.  But if Will can do it, why can't I?) meal, the poor starving canine had to do something.  So, he walked around in his very up-to-no-good way.  He disappeared, and suddenly I started hearing pig noises.  When I got up to investigate, I found him licking at his empty bowl, snorting and oinking, as if he were dying of starvation.  I'm telling you...you'd never guess that I feed that dog a proper amount of proper dog food AND and let him lick off almost every plate...

3. Arthur was lying half asleep a few minutes ago.  He (unfortunately for me) let out a short, but potent little fart.  He JUMPED, frightened by the noise that came from right behind him.  Then, he turned around and started searching for whatever dastartdly intruder could have mad that noise.

Unfortunately, I don't have to get up to find evidence for what made that noise...

Now he's making half hearted attempts to capture George and Lennie.  I guess it is sort of cruel for me to force him to live in harmony with what must appear to him to be mutated SQUIRRELS!

From Bewitched, Season 2, Episode 18:

Darren:  You know, Endora, sometimes you can be almost human.
Endora:  This is no time to be insulting!

Actually...Endora and Spock would make a very interesting couple.  They have an awful lot in common...and then an awful lot NOT in common...  (Cracky Bewitched/Star Trek crossover, anyone? BWAHAHAHA!  The girl who played Janice Rand was in the Pilot...)

EDIT:  The nurse in this episode (the one where Tabitha is born) totally looks like Chapel.  She isn't Majel Barret, but she really REALLY reminds me of her! 

Nurse Kelton:  I've been a nurse for twenty years, and I know there's a logical explanation for everything that happens.

SERIOUSLY!  This is a Star Trek episode in disguise...a few months early--1/13/66 according to hulu.

I'm just going to finish out 2000 in one swell foop, because I looked at the stories that I had written in the first half of 8th grade and they were all...weird.  Really weird.  The first two are titled "character sketches."  I have the vaguest memory of them, but I don't really know what it was all about.

The names are really funny to me.  Actually, all the names in my old stories.  I loved names.  Even now I have a very long list of the names that I will name my children, provided whoever I marry likes them (the names, not the children) and I actually want to bear...fifteen children.

Yeah.  SO not happening.

Anyway, I really love names, but I used to like really strange ones. All I can say is I really labored over those names.  :-)

So, here we have Character Sketch number one.  I suspect it to be based on a fable.

( The Horses )

So, if you read my very exciting and very long inaugural post, you may remember the sad couplet I composed at the death of my fuzzy lop, Galadriel Elanor Gamgee:

She died and was laid in the grave
She, who we in mem'ry do save.

Well, one of my favorite poets of all time, William Cowper, also had a rabbit.  And he, too, composed a poem in honor of said rabbit after it died.  I think this poem is so funny and adorable at the same time.  Remember when you read it that this was composed by an eighteenth century gentlemanly-type:

( Epitaph on a Hare )

Seriously, tell me that's not the cutest poem EVER!

Cowper was a Christian who suffered from "melancholy"---severe depression.   It ran in his family, apparently.  Anyway, at times he was convinced that he was reprobate, which led to some very sad poetry.  This poem is one of the most tragic works of literature that I have read, but an excellent poem nonetheless.  (BTW:  If the last stanza rings a bell, you may have watched the Ang Lee Sense and Sensibility):

( The Castaway )
That final couplet makes me want to cry. 

But I will not end on such a chillingly sad note.  Cowper was not always so depressed.  He did believe that God is on his throne, and he expressed as much in many wonderful hymns, including my favorite hymn of all time:  

( Light Shining out of Darkness )

I hope some of you will find this amusing.  I found it on "Very Demotivational."