Hey, kiddies! It’s time for replying to everyone else’s blog entries!
Sannali — luvverly Lily Potter. Yay! I just adore “The Princess Bride”. In an acting class a long time ago, we got to do a scene from “The Princess Bride”. Of course, at that time, I’d never seen the movie, and I was really confused. I kept wanting to call Inigo “Indigo”. I think I was Miracle Max’s wife…
The Rebeccas — I’m a Spring Peeper. Dude, that is the coolest name for a frog EVER. And yes, Rebecca M., you most certainly can be a mongoose dog.
The Spring Peeper is only .75 – 1.5 inches long, but is has a very powerful high-pitched whistle with the occasional trill that can be heard over long distances. Peepers are abundant in wooded areas in or near flooded ponds and swamps. In these ponds, the Spring Peepers will form singing choral groups, making sounds that can almost sound like jingling sleigh bells from a distance.
Rebecca G —
If I were a stone, I would be… that big rock at the duck pond at our school that says “Imagine”. Or Abraham Lincoln’s head on Mt. Rushmore
If I were a tree, I would be… sapient pearwood
If I were a bird, I would be… that annoying bird that sings loudly when you’re trying to get back to sleep
If I were an insect, I would be… a butterfly. No one suspects them.
If I were a machine, I would be… Deep Thought
If I were a tool, I would be… a really big hammer. Maybe a silver one. That has “Property of Maxwell” on the side.
If I were a fruit, I would be… Elton John
If I were a flower, I would be… a sunflower
If I were a kind of weather, I would be… a cloudless night with a full moon and just a faint hint of a chill. Low humidity. Random crickets. High visibility for stargazers, far from city lights.
If I were a mythical creature, I would be a… centaur
If I were a musical instrument, I would be a… an oboe. Maybe a full choir. Or a set of hand bells. Perhaps a bass.
If I were a kind of profession, I would be a… tax collector
If I were an animal, I would be a… human. Maybe a dog, because they’re always so happy.
If I were anything in the world, I would be… peace
If I were a color, I would be… grey-blue
If I were a fragrance, I would be… cooking food. (if anyone ever told me I had that “new car smell”, like the guy in “Peggy Sue Got Married”, I would punch his lights out.)
If I were an emotion, I would be… joy
If I were a state or feeling, I would be… Texas or bliss
If I were a vegetable, I would be a… Carrot! No, maybe an onion. They have layers, like parfaits.
If I were a sound, I would be… that annoying broken record thing at the end of the “Sgt. Pepper” cd that sounds like it should be something sinister played backwards, but isn’t really anything, serving as a source of irritation to those who are determined to find out some hidden meaning.
If I were an element, I would be… Heart. Then I could have a cool pet monkey, like the guy on Captain Planet.
Alicey — Ooh, you saw the moon halo, too! That was so amazingly weird. I couldn’t help thinking about that scene in “Practical Magic”, where they say that a halo around the moon like that is a bad omen. Freakiness. And my sister is a Willing Debutante. ::shudders:: I swear, if my parents try to make me go through that hell, I’ll leave and go live with Chungy. And as for the stupid boys and the rubbing alcohol, it gets worse. In the newspaper today, I read about a man on death row who got married to a woman he “met” through the mail while in prison. She’s a young British woman, and she’s going to pay for DNA testing to see if he was guilty or not of a crime he already confessed to.
Kell — Elfwood can bite me. It really bothers me when people punish everyone, as opposed to the chosen few responsible.
Ann — George is dead. Miss him, miss him, miss him.
Chungy — Are you ever going to post in Spinster Diaries? Please? Blogging is fun!
Monica — Starling’s doing a website! Yay! ::dances:: I just had a scary thought about what Monica would be capable of if she got her hands on a tablet and a copy of Photoshop. ::shudder::
Claudia — It depresses me when people who are infinitely more skilled than I am get into an artistic funk. Everything you touch turns to gold. I will probably never be as skilled as you are, and you complain about your art. Gah, that drives me nuts.