And then this Bear, Pooh Bear, Winnie-the-Pooh, F.O.P. (Friend of Piglet's), R.C. (Rabbit's Companion), P.D. (Pole Discoverer), E.C. and T.F. (Eeyore's Comforter and Tail-finder)--in fact, Pooh himself--said something so clever that Christopher Robin could only look at him with mouth open and eyes staring, wondering if this was really the Bear of Very Little Brain whom he had know and loved so long.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
a fashion interlude
i sink to a new low with the following poll:
as between the following two shoes, which is more "professional" (in the most conservative sense of the word)? how much more? (B comes in my size, A comes in a size i can wear but that's not my size... B would be black, not the other colors shown) A or B
i asked oren but, well, he's not exactly an expert on women's shoes.
Some weeks ago (I'm guessing late June) I noticed one ladybug hanging out in our bathroom, usually right where the wall hits the ceiling. Cute. A few weeks later there was a second. I had visions of exponentially growing ladybug populations. Memories of the ladybug invasion of Chicago my second year of college. I mean, ladybugs are cute, but not when they're everywhere (alive and dead). Maybe my ladybugs were both the same sex, or otherwise incompatible, but after a few weeks the population had grown to just three. Today I noticed a fourth. It looks like the rate of growth is linear, and slow. And they may fly away home come winter, though perhaps the opposite, who knows. When they crawl on my stuff I try depositing them out the window, but they seem to come back. I'm really just concerned that they are going to establish a large, permanent settlement. I guess it's wait and see.
(In case you can't tell, I am on vacation between work and school and find boring things amusing, and blog-worthy).
In honor of ladybugs:
(perhaps to much levity, or at least music, for the nine days, :) but watch it at some point.)
My favorite line: "They talked about the high price of furniture and rugs/ And fire insurance for lady bugs."
"Bother!" said Pooh, as he opened it. "All that wet for nothing. What's that bit of paper doing?"
He took it out and looked at it.
"It's a Missage," he said to himself, "that's what it is. And that letter is a 'P,' and so is that, and so is that, and 'P' means 'Pooh,' so it's a very important Missage to me, and I can't read it. I must find Christopher Robin or Owl or Piglet, one of those Clever Readers who can read things, and they will tell me what this missage means. Only I can't swim. Bother!"
Then he had an idea, and I think that for a Bear of Very Little Brain, it was a good idea. He said to himself:
"If a bottle can float, then a jar can float, and if a jar floats, I can sit on the top of it, if it's a very big jar."
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"All boats have to have a name," he said, "so I shall call mine The Floating Bear." And with these words he dropped his boat into the water and jumped in after it.
For a little while Pooh and The Floating Bear were uncertain as to which of them was meant to be on the top, but after trying one or two different positions, they settled down with The Floating Bear underneath and Pooh triumphantly astride it, paddling vigorously with his feet.