June 29th, 2010
|06:04 am - how's the writing? kinda sluggish at the moment|
Red Shift staff writer Michael Simon examines a slug research subject during a writing session for the very-far-off Red Shift adventure entitled "The Space Slugs of Sunaru". Much like how a tree's rings can count age or the layers of a sedimentary rock can show a timeline of geological events, the debris and food remains on a writing table can indicate just how far into the session a picture was taken. This answer for this particular photograph shall be left as an exercise for the reader.
This leopard spotted slug, common to the Hall Avenue area during summer rains, showed up this evening for study. It is perched on a plastic parking pass on top of an inverted plastic take-out food container, which itself is on top of the take-out food container and a potential lethal dose of soy sauce or whatever it was that went with the dumplings. The inverted top fit snugly on the container, ensuring that the slug was completely safe from the sauce during its entire visit.
After a few minutes of close scrutiny the slug was thanked for its time and set back outside on the sidewalk.
Oh, and we plotted out the entire four-part series, scene by scene. We will be adding the slug to our credits as Creative Consultant.
|Date:||June 29th, 2010 10:43 am (UTC)|| |
I used to be really squeamish about slugs, but I've felt more kindly towards them since watching Flushed Away. Did this one sing?
|Date:||June 29th, 2010 11:11 am (UTC)|| |
"We will be adding the slug to our credits as Creative Consultant."
Long's you didn't pay 'im in beer...
One of the things I will miss about the old place is the menagerie of slugs and snails along the walk way. I counted 4 slugs and one snail yesterday as we were moving out the last of the stuff, and that was a slow night...
Oh, and I love that you are crediting the slug.
|Date:||June 29th, 2010 04:11 pm (UTC)|| |
I'm not so sure the "work while being dangled over a large vat of poison" is completely ethical (the soy sauce being poisonous to the slug, that is). But perhaps he was unaware of the threat being protected by the parking pass. Perhaps it's only a slug that would find the symbol of Somerville Parking Oppression comforting.