April 13th, 2005
|06:05 pm - scenes from a noodlery|
SHE: "So when the Germans ask how we met, what should we say?"
ME: "I don't know. How did we meet?"
SHE: "We didn't!"
GERMAN: "So... this Cat Town. Do you let your cats run around with those costumes on all the time?"
ME: "Uh, no. They're not my cats. I found the pictures off a Japanese website."
GERMAN: "And this Japanese website, does it write the stories for the cats? Do you translate it?"
ME: "I write the stories myself. The Japanese site sells the costumes. The cats there are just the models."
GERMAN: "Ah. And how many cats do you have? Do they like wearing the costumes?"
It was an interesting night. I hope noodling happens again.
|Date:||April 14th, 2005 02:30 am (UTC)|| |
Just be warned...noodling can lead to canoodling.
But what leads to muckling? Kling?
|Date:||April 14th, 2005 04:28 pm (UTC)|| |
Ah, see, it's understandable to misunderstand that one...muckling is a contraction of "much" and "clinging", but I can see where you might get confused. ;) (She says in a very Lucy Van Pelt kind of way)
Life's so much fun when you're clueless.
GERMAN: "So. You will give us the coordinates of this Cat Town, ja?"
SPATCH: "It's pretend. Like the Neighborhood of Make-Believe?"
GERMAN: "Ho! Do not be coy with us. Just as Herr Rogers betrayed his ally King Friday, you too will cooperate after you meet... Siegfried!"
SIEGFRIED: "I am here. I have with me my special tweezers, which I used in Helsinki. The postman who found the bodies still weeps at the sight of a make-up kit."
|Date:||April 14th, 2005 04:37 pm (UTC)|| |
Creeped out now.