J has grown tired of being ordered around on the forums of others. He has established his own forum to discuss unusual topics openly, without excessive moderation or strict rules about staying on topic. The forum can be found at http://jamestwohats.com/And_Then/index.php.
I walked into the kitchen the other night and was greeted by a spider running for the door from the other direction. I’m not normally afraid of spiders, but it freaked me out by RUNNING RIGHT AT ME, top speed, like a maniac. I think I saw the same spider a little later, in the hall. He was racing down the floor and by the time I could get help to catch him, he was gone like Keyser Soze.
I told J that he should carve a notch on his stick or hang a feather for each of the enemies he has defeated. He immediately realised I meant counting coup on the dogs of the community.
I can’t figure out what I did with this story, if I posted it, so I’ll put it here…
I was in the bathroom flossing and the cinnamon floss was tasty, so I stuffed a bunch in my mouth. I came out into the livingroom with cheeks full of floss to say to Jimmy– This floss is delicious!!!
It was funny till a piece hit my uvula and I choked on it and had to try to claw a mouthful of floss out of my throat.
My DVR, who I refer to as T***, has been problematic since day one. I will spare you its long list of crazy behaviors, but now it has topped itself. A few months ago it taped a random show. Ok, I could have made a mistake, hit a wrong button. I dismissed it.
Then I turned it on Sunday morning to find it had taped an entire lineup of shows all on its own, shows we never watch and didn’t ask to have taped. We joke now that it has its own shows it likes. Who knows what it may do next. I should probably be worried, considering the numerous threats I’ve made to stab out its little blue eye for failing to heed my button pushing and commands.
Jimmy has never seen Grease. He’s nearly sixty years old, has lived with me for what may be seven years now–all along I’ve been saying But Miss McGee! It’s so loud! and occasionally playing songs off the soundtrack. He kills me, the things he has never seen and done. We carved pumpkins and roasted their seeds our first Halloween because he’d never done that. He’d never had popsicles.