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Aug. 1st, 2006 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hellisonRather belated weekend update, due to Work making me work (damn them) and internet connection being very wonky...
So Friday - work hectic, didn't escape til after 5.30, went and played with Teddy(friend's horse) then spent the evening drinking, watching showjumping and discussing the existance of WERECABBAGE on the disc, the damage they do and their effects on the respective economies of Sto Lat and Klatch. In Haiku.
In the midst of all this, discovered Lana in the kitchen trying to hide a Not Dead Yet mouse in my riding boots. Cue flailing of brush and screaming til she fled with mouse. This was repeated a few times, til finally she just left the v. begraggled looking thing on the mat by the kitchen door and lost interest, while I decided this was something best dealt with In The Morning.
Some time (and some more cider)later, Odd Sounds emanate from the kitchen and, upon investigation, it transpires that the Zombie Mouse has lurched it's way behind the washing machine, from whence the cat is trying to extract it, with little success. As so often, I decided discretion is the better part of valour, and I'm too tired and a bit to drunk for this and go to bed.
Saturday dawns, I sleep til lunchtime.
Stumble downstairs when eventually forced out of bed by hunger to discover now VERY bedraggled and chewed looking mouse sitting in the middle of the living room. Decide to ignore this for now and get breakfast instead, as mouse cannot possibly still be alive and thus is no threat. Am merrily eating, cat pokes mouse, mouse MOVES. Is this some kind of SUPAR ZOMBIE UNDEAD MOUSE? A Vampire Mouse perhaps? Is it unkillable? Decide to continue ignoring mouse for now.
Outside, weather is atrocious, lashing rain, high winds. Perfect weather for riding huge, strange and possibly spooky horse. Get to stables and faff about waiting for weather to ease a bit; rain stops eventually but it's still windy. Very Bravely decide to try riding Teddy anyway and see how he does - he does amazingly well (horses tend to get very tense and jumpy in high winds as it messes with their hearing, and there is Stuff blowing everywhere that might eat them). End up riding for nearly an hour and having much fun.
Eventually return home exhausted and damp. Mouse still there, tho has moved slightly. Approach mouse warily. Mouse TWITCHES. How is it still alive? HOW?
Decide now is the time for Action and ponder this for a while. Eventually come up with master stroke of grassbucket thing from lawnmower and brush. Poke mouse into grass thing with brush (from as far away as possible) and FLEE to garden and dump it in hedge, then flee back inside feeling v. accomplished indeed. Mud for a while then have long hot bath followed by unscheduled nap.
Final act of bravery for the day consists of going to the pub to see a friend's band play, despite not knowing if anyone else I know will be there. As it turns out D. from work shows and get chatting to a few of Davy's other friends and have a great night, great music and even some dancing. Hurrah! A fitting end to a rather nerve wracking day!
Sunday - much quieter. Go for long hack on Teddy and just get back in time to avoid getting soaked in huge downpour. Then off to Aoife's (niece) 1st birthday party, which mostly involves playing with new toys and eating rice krispie buns. Also dancing with Aoife to RHCP, which shows she is developing good taste in music so far ;)
Round off the evening with pottering around on the mud while watching more showjumping on the telly. Yay!
So to sum up, mostly quiet weekend, with added feats of extreme bravery.
So Friday - work hectic, didn't escape til after 5.30, went and played with Teddy(friend's horse) then spent the evening drinking, watching showjumping and discussing the existance of WERECABBAGE on the disc, the damage they do and their effects on the respective economies of Sto Lat and Klatch. In Haiku.
In the midst of all this, discovered Lana in the kitchen trying to hide a Not Dead Yet mouse in my riding boots. Cue flailing of brush and screaming til she fled with mouse. This was repeated a few times, til finally she just left the v. begraggled looking thing on the mat by the kitchen door and lost interest, while I decided this was something best dealt with In The Morning.
Some time (and some more cider)later, Odd Sounds emanate from the kitchen and, upon investigation, it transpires that the Zombie Mouse has lurched it's way behind the washing machine, from whence the cat is trying to extract it, with little success. As so often, I decided discretion is the better part of valour, and I'm too tired and a bit to drunk for this and go to bed.
Saturday dawns, I sleep til lunchtime.
Stumble downstairs when eventually forced out of bed by hunger to discover now VERY bedraggled and chewed looking mouse sitting in the middle of the living room. Decide to ignore this for now and get breakfast instead, as mouse cannot possibly still be alive and thus is no threat. Am merrily eating, cat pokes mouse, mouse MOVES. Is this some kind of SUPAR ZOMBIE UNDEAD MOUSE? A Vampire Mouse perhaps? Is it unkillable? Decide to continue ignoring mouse for now.
Outside, weather is atrocious, lashing rain, high winds. Perfect weather for riding huge, strange and possibly spooky horse. Get to stables and faff about waiting for weather to ease a bit; rain stops eventually but it's still windy. Very Bravely decide to try riding Teddy anyway and see how he does - he does amazingly well (horses tend to get very tense and jumpy in high winds as it messes with their hearing, and there is Stuff blowing everywhere that might eat them). End up riding for nearly an hour and having much fun.
Eventually return home exhausted and damp. Mouse still there, tho has moved slightly. Approach mouse warily. Mouse TWITCHES. How is it still alive? HOW?
Decide now is the time for Action and ponder this for a while. Eventually come up with master stroke of grassbucket thing from lawnmower and brush. Poke mouse into grass thing with brush (from as far away as possible) and FLEE to garden and dump it in hedge, then flee back inside feeling v. accomplished indeed. Mud for a while then have long hot bath followed by unscheduled nap.
Final act of bravery for the day consists of going to the pub to see a friend's band play, despite not knowing if anyone else I know will be there. As it turns out D. from work shows and get chatting to a few of Davy's other friends and have a great night, great music and even some dancing. Hurrah! A fitting end to a rather nerve wracking day!
Sunday - much quieter. Go for long hack on Teddy and just get back in time to avoid getting soaked in huge downpour. Then off to Aoife's (niece) 1st birthday party, which mostly involves playing with new toys and eating rice krispie buns. Also dancing with Aoife to RHCP, which shows she is developing good taste in music so far ;)
Round off the evening with pottering around on the mud while watching more showjumping on the telly. Yay!
So to sum up, mostly quiet weekend, with added feats of extreme bravery.
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:19 pm (UTC)2. Werecabbages, Zombie Meece, Spooky Horses. I'm scared of where you live now.
I'm flobbling my mugabes secretly in the office to allay boredom. ObbleFLOBBLEOBBLEobbleobbbbble
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:23 pm (UTC)It was quite a scary weekend really, but I was Extremely Brave! I moved the NOT DEAD mouse all by myself!
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:26 pm (UTC)I mean, when you say chewed, how chewed was it?
This is all ahead of me :(
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:28 pm (UTC)I have NO IDEA how it was still alive and not dead of cat and/or fright. But when I looked later at where I'd dumped it in the garden, it was gone.
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:40 pm (UTC)And you committed that poor Zombie-Mouse to hours of slow, painful and quite jaggy death, by dumping it half-eaten in a hedge????
I'm lovin the Haiku Disc chat though!!! :)
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:53 pm (UTC)I put the mouse UNDER the hedge not in it! And it's not a jaggy hedge anyway! Plus it was more chewed than eaten as such ;p
More werecabbage haiku goodness here (http://community.livejournal.com/discworldmud/36618.html). It's amazing the lengths boredom can drive you to ;p
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:41 pm (UTC)You are very brave.
I haven't had to face this yet. I dread the moment I do. All my new-found independence will come crashing down and I shall scream for Dave :S
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:47 pm (UTC)Have impressed myself HUGELY with new found bravery!
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:49 pm (UTC)*applauds*
;-p
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Date: 2006-08-01 02:57 pm (UTC)I just hope I'm not called upon to repeat it any time soon!
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Date: 2006-08-01 02:59 pm (UTC)If it were to eat other mices brains we'd end up with a PLAGUE of zombie mice!
Shambling and gnawing their way through the country!
p.s. Who would win out a fight between zombie mice and a werecabbage?
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Date: 2006-08-01 03:14 pm (UTC)A plaque of ZOMBIE MEECES would be a fearsome thing indeed, for once they get to that stage, the cats lose interest and won't chase them. So we would be doomed. DOOOOMED. Unless we stood on them. Which is a bit icky.
Hmm Zombie mouse v Werecabbage? tricky. Neither moves particularly fast so it'd be a close match. The meece have the nibbly teeth of doom but the WERECABBAGE could roll over and SQUISH the meeces.
This could require testing.