Here’s where I said that I think ducklings are cute.
And then here’s where I said that I used to hate bell peppers but now I like them, can you believe it?
And then here’s where I said that I’m drinking coffee out of a new mug which is sort of low and wide and has polka dots on it and after I bought it I found out that it’s not a coffee mug at all, it’s an “ice cream mug.” I’m using it for coffee anyway because I don’t play by the rules.
And then here’s where I said that while scientists inventing a glow in the dark puppy is somewhat cool, it’s yet another example of science being out of step with public demand because have they made any progress on a time machine?
But see, I actually think I have a pretty good understanding of the significance of this transgenic dog—and it has very little to do with the fact that it glows in the dark, and everything to do with the fact that they took something from a sea anemone and put it into a dog and got it to act the same way in a dog that it does in a sea anemone (i.e. glow) and this has huge ramifications for one day doing stuff like taking the genetic material that produces my lustrous hair and putting it in a dog and then creating a dog with amazing Alison hair and then studying it. And maybe I should have talked about that instead of time travel? I just don’t want people playing God with my hair though.
Oh, and when did all this G.D. business start? In my day we just said God Damn. Or Golly Gee. Or Gee Willikers. Or For Fuck’s Sake.
Also, I think I’m becoming a regular at a restaurant in my neighborhood and the last time I went I mentioned to Dustin that I was considering ordering the same thing I always order (braised loafer with pennies) and maybe I should branch out and he said that I could become a “regular” ordering my “regular” and I’ve never been one of those! Maybe it’s time? Then of course I entertained ideas of being an eccentric old lady who always comes into this restaurant and sits at a certain table and orders a certain thing and does something eccentric. What would it be though? I’d have to be small and unassuming probably, yet have contributed something notable to culture such as a series of detective novels featuring a female detective and her companion who happens to be a gecko with paranormal insight. What’s that called when a witch has an animal that has powers? Her second? Her minor? Her… um… hold while I consult with my friend, the internet. Her familiar! Yes, that’s what I mean.
Do I have other things to share with you at this time? Hm. On twitter I’ve been posting links to dogs I’m falling in love with. Here are two, however don’t let that stop you from following me on twitter because I base my self-worth on my follower numbers.
