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[phosfate]

Friday night I went to the craft store, then came back. Nothing unusual in either of these, except that when I was driving home I took the cut through Suburbia[TM], and something ran across the road in front of me.

Thing had a weird gait. Stretch-stretch-stretch-stretch. Not scootscootscoot like a ground squirrel, or trotty like a cat. Not a regular squirrel, being tail-free and too far from cover.

I stopped, since killing stuff is icky and it also gets in the tire tread. The thing stopped, too, and inflated its throat, and I saw it was a frog. This is a prairie state, so you don't see a lot of frogs in the street. Or any, ever, really. For some reason it had decided to cross the road, rather than follow the creek bed that crossed underneath. Adventure frog.

Well okay. I like frogs, as a concept. I changed my science track in high school to Pilot Ground School so I wouldn't have to kill one. Plus there's a worldwide frog shortage. I sat there and waited for it to move.

It sat also, doing the throat thing, looking like it would never move again.

I tried turning off the headlights, thinking this might encourage it somehow. It still sat there. I turned them back on again. It didn't move, apart from the inflating thing.

Well shit. The only thing I could think of was to get out and somehow herd it to safety, but there was always the chance I'd somehow have to touch it, which I'm really not up for, and anyway when it returned to its herd bearing the Scent of Man, the other frogs might kill it. So I drove around it in a wide arc, hoping this wouldn't startle it into leaping under the car.

Two cars came the other way. I hope frog crossed before they got there, or had the sense to stay in his own lane until they passed.

Which Sylvia Plath Poem Am I?

by scintilla
Whatever, ya loonbag drama queen.

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[pollyannadesade.livejournal.com]

You are not alone. I was on my own, walking along a disused viaduct path, and stopped to enjoy the panoramic view. I became aware that something was watching me, and looking down, there was a frog a couple of feet from my boots! It had been staring at me for ages, and I nearly fell to my doom from the shock of it's over-powering gaze.

I ran from it.

Freaky frogs.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

They're watching. And waiting.

[homosuperior.livejournal.com]

Raining frogs, duuuuuuuuuude!

...That reminds me.


FUCK! FUCKING LIBRARIAN! WHY ARE THEY PAYING THE BITCH! OPEN THE FUCKING LIBRARY YOU FUCKING USELESS LIBRARIAN! I NEEDED TO GET SYLVIA PLATH AND OSCAR WILDE!!! FUCK! STUPID! FUCK!!!


My school librarian is rather dumb. Y'know, the point of being a librarian is to OPEN THE LIBRARY AND GIVE ME BOOKS!!!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

::pats you::

I should dig out that parody of Sylvia Plath from Titters that starts out: Oh Pop you prick...

I still want to make an Oscar plushie.

[ahli.livejournal.com]

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:D

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

DUDE!!!!!!!!

[finabair.livejournal.com]

Clearly not the winning frog from Frogger, then?

[suzyd.livejournal.com]

Or maybe its ploy is to stare down anyone who dares drive near it. You never know...

[bittercat.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmm....craft store....*drool* Great Drainer of my Wallet! House of a Million Projects that I Will Never Finish! I bow before you and kiss your threshold.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I can't remember if I actually...oh yeah, I finally found where they hide the individual organza drawstring bags, and got some keen Ween ribbon.

[bittercat.livejournal.com]

Cool! I tend to go for rubber stamps, candle making gear, beads. BEADS! Lots and lots of BEADS!--Sorry. Got carried away.


Mmmmmm...craft store......

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I've pretty much cleaned them of any stamps I want, until the next 50% off sale (yeah, that'll happen). They're very big on cute puppies. >:p Plus we have an actual stamp store (YAYNESS!). My favorite stuff lately has been pointless metal tags.

I can't do candles, 'cause, fire!

Have you ever made rolled paper beads?

[bittercat.livejournal.com]

A stamp STORE? Oy, I fear my head would explode! LOL!

Never done the paper beads. Have you? Do they work out well? I imagine they would be pretty. :)

My current task is attempting to master the blanket stitch, which is NOT as simple as I thought it would be. :P

As for making candles, it saves me a LOT of money, because I use them a lot for my rituals and such. I keep and recycle wax. I have NEVER bought wax. Just wick and brads. Go me!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Our stamp store is lovely. The staff actually use the products and can tell you how to do stuff. The prices are reasonable (except for the pads, which for some reason are insanely expensive there). They'll do special orders. They carry stickers, paper, albums, etc. and the keen little weird shit like tags, brads, wire, Paperclay, fake postage paper, etc. And it smells good.

I'm not great at the paper beads, but they're good enough to decorate a gift bag or something. When they're done really well they look terrific, and can make really pretty jewelry. It's not at all difficult, just kind of glue-y, and it uses up those weird little paper strips you never know what to do with.

I can do a blanket stitch once I get it started. There's a rhythm sort of thing it needs.

Ah! So, see, you can do the candle thing. I have a house full of paper, and I drop stuff. It's a bad idea.

Candles

[bittercat.livejournal.com]

Well, I have a very small apartment full of cats. I guess it's to my advantage that the stove doesn't interest them. We also burn most of the candles high up, and my altar is right next to my computer, so you KNOW I keep an eye on that. Also, the candles I currently make are jarred or they are pillar candles. I don't have the equipment for tapers--or the space.

I would like to try the paper beads sometime. Just have not gotten the chance.

[moondog.livejournal.com]

Frogs everywhere saulte your fine work, Ms Larimer!

[suzyd.livejournal.com]

What's the problem, I am awake!

I've never had any car/animal issues. Not unless you count me (the animal) and the embarrassing incident when I forgot that you can't start an auto unless its in park, and then got out without putting the handbrake on. Darn.

[fingolfin.livejournal.com]

:) yer awesome

Pilot Ground School??

[kissoflife.livejournal.com]

Dude, the frog battalions are on the march... You were their key trial in the 'intimidate humans into dangerous lane-swerves' test series. Unequivocal success.

Agent A, YOU must now go rent a little dryyyy humor docu-flick called "Cane Toads." It's about pseudo-poisonous non-native monster toads that are slowly overrunning Australia. Truth!

Stay indoors. Take up knitting.

Re: Pilot Ground School??

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Oh! I've never seen Cane Toads, but I've heard it's fab! I will have to look for it.

i bet you hate me now.

[ex-maledict.livejournal.com]

WAKE UP, LITTLE SUZY, WAKE UP!
Wake up, little Suzy, wake up!
Well something something something something
something something something something
something something something something something OOOOH-LA-LA
Wake up, little Suzy, wake up little Suzy!
Something something.

:)

Re: i bet you hate me now.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Wake up, Little Suzy, wake up
Wake up, Little Suzy, wake up
The movie kind of sucked
We went in the back seat and fucked
WeAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! ::is beaten to death by vengeful ghost of an Everly Brother::

Re: i bet you hate me now.

[ex-maledict.livejournal.com]

Ehehehehehehehehehehhee.