Friday, December 26, 2008
While surfing the internet (don't ask me what I was searching for), I came across this two year old story about a Dr. Breedlove who claims to be able to create gay rats or rats "showing much more feminine behavior." By the way, "Breedlove" has to be made up. It's almost too cute of a name. Like Bernard Made-off.
I can only imagine what the conversation between two of Dr. Breedlove's rats might be like:
Rat 1: "Where the hell were you?"
Rat 2: "The guy in the white coat took me to the other cage for some tests."
Rat 1: "Are you ok? You don't look so good."
Rat 2: "I feel a little weird."
Rat 1: "Here, have some water."
Rat 2: "Ewwww, that water? It's been sitting out for days. I want a Cosmo. Oh and what is up with those woodchips over there, bitch? They're all soggy and icky."
Rat 1: "What are you talking about? We always drink that water. And who cares about the woodchips?"
Rat 2: "You know, this place is a mess!"
Rat 1: "A mess? It hasn't changed in 2 years."
Rat 2: "So what do you want to do tonight?"
Rat 1: "I don't know. Run on the wheel. Sleep. The usual."
Rat 2: "Booooring. Let's do something fun."
Rat 1: "Like what?"
Rat 2: "Let's go dancing!"
Rat 1: "We're rats. We don't dance. We eat and we sleep."
Rat 2: "OMG, do we have any ice cream. I shouldn't eat it though. I'm getting so fat."
Rat 1: "Um, you're acting really...."
Rat 2: "Do you think they have any low-cal rat food? I bet it's delish."
Rat 1: "I think you need to go take a nap. They gave you something strong this time."
Rat 2: "Ok, a nap sounds fab. Will you take one with me?"
Rat 1: "This is ridiculous. I'm going on the wheel."
Rat 2: "I'll miss you."
Posted by TCho at 9:28 PM
Thursday, December 25, 2008
You ever have one of those weeks (or days) where all of a sudden you wake up and it's the end of the week and you're like, "Huh? That went by fast." Actually, I don't really mean that you woke up and you can't belive it all happened so quickly. Instead I mean like you can't actually remember the past few days?
I guess sometimes it's a good thing that I haven't been the best at keeping up with stuff around here. While this is supposed to be a quasi-account of my life, the bottom line is if it's not amusing, no one really cares. And sometimes I just don't feel funny. Sometimes I feel anxious, or sad, or unusual, or like a carebear. And Carebears aren’t really witty, they’re just cheerful, which isn’t all that interesting.
Posted by TCho at 6:08 PM