(*Thanks to Shelfarian sweetafton, who tells me that hodophilia is love of road trips and siderodromophilia is love of train travel. Count me... more »
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I don't know who this is; there's a very funny site called Funny Dog, and this is one of theirs. It looks as if it can hardly contain itself. Fanshawe has various smiles; there's the joyful beam, the would-be ingratiating smirk, the goofy grin....I love the way this wee dog's eyes are squeezed shut, it's laughing so much.
The Book of Urban Myths by Abel Tafulya.
I think that Abel Tafulya may have been the one who was the face of a supposed BMW warning that there were counterfeit BMWs being sold-you could tell by the colours on the BMW wossname being the wrong way round-among other such things. He must have had fun doing these. And imagining all the worried BMW owners.
At my university, students took a PO post box (empty, of course, they weren't that silly) and fastened it on a lamp post where you'd need a very, very tall ladder to reach it. When the PO finally removed it,letters had been put in while it was up there.
The NZ answer to that well-known Finnish inventor Loof Lirpa whose inventions are unveiled from time to time on 1 April is a handsome Polynesian man called Abel Tafulya.
I bet that whoever thought of that one was pleased with themselves.
Neither; it was our normal sittingroom which is not at all large, but in the way of that sort of dream, it somehow managed to have all these caravans in it while being itself.
Of course, these additions to the decor caused only mild surprise as such things do.
The only thing remotely resembling this in life is our little cabin/sleepout. I like the way that this enables me to say that I own two houses :D To be sure, house #2 is what estate agents dexcribe as 'compact'. It was great fun to do up-it arrived with a rather weary decor, walls that dingy yellowed cream and ceiling sagging a bit in a tired way. I removed the ceiling-once you begin, you have to keep on-and was amazed at how much DIRT is in a ceiling-I am told that all ceilings are like this. I looked as if I'd been cleaning chimneys. A builder put in a new ceiling, we painted it, I painted the walls a nice lavender and the woodwork white, gave it'new' curtains while I was at it (Sallie's Boutique, $3 each) as its own were so boring, and with a table & a bed it's nice enough for anyone. Maybe you think that I don't admire my own handiwork :D It was like having a playhouse again.
Taking a ceiling down is not bad fun; this was that soft board stuff. It becomes compulsive; just a bit more. J & I had been going to do it, but once I began I just kept on. I generously allowed him to do the nicest bit, clear up the mess. One begins by putting it tidily into bin bags, but then ends up tossing it into a corner for someone else to do..
That's a bonny wee fellow.
Extra rooms ? Two nights ago our sittingroom had a row of caravans of various sizes in it, which surprised me a little but not as much as you'd think, considering its size in reality. They were painted, not very well, to match the room, and the only one I looked in was sweetly done up with turquoise printed upholstery. Where on EARTH do these things come from ? In life, we might fit ONE in if we took all the furniture out and removed a wall or the roof for it to come in by :D
I could understand the seeing nothing if it's somewhere you've never been, but when it's a place you know well, surely the imagination could stretch itself a bit so it would at least feel like the real thing. So often I can't find my way out of the airport until it's time to go home or something ridiculous like that.
The extra rooms are wonderful-there's probably some deep psychological explanation. I always love books with that sort of thing in them.
I'd love to know what makes one have such daft dreams. Was I a nice cat ? Do you ever have the one where you find extra rooms or even a whole extra floor in your house that you hadn't known or had forgotten were there ? Or you're abroad somewhere but either can't get out of the airport or just see streets that could be anywhere ?
I'll move it again so that all the geckos can have a turn; I'd love to see one having a drink. We put it on a bread plate so that they could reach it easily.
Fanshawe was most indignant at having his face felt when he came in with it wet :D
Oh, don't give up on Hardy !
The peach juice was put out and has gone down, but no geckos have been seen at it. It's been moved and gone down a bit more, which is rather nice. I had fears that a white furry gecko might drink it, but he'd have drunk the lot and come in with a sticky face, I imagine. It was an expensive brand on special; I don't know if this made any difference to the amount of juice :)
I keep seeing Yankee on everyone's shelves and review pages, so have finally acquired a copy.
What minds some people do have :D
I bought some today.
As a child, I loved tinned peaches-so much nicer than preserved or fresh ones, or so I thought.
Especially as they're kind of vacuum dirt colour-what a nightmare !
The thought of seeing one going up the vacuum and frantically emptying the bag, hoping and hoping that gecko was still alive in there is awful. I never thought of giving them fruit juice-I must buy some for the outside ones, as a peace-offering for being so inconsiderate as to frequently lift up things that they are underneath-'Hey ! what do you think you're doing ? We LIVE here !!!' 'Blooming cheek-we'll take YOUR roof off and see how you like it !' 'Every time we find a nice tile/piece of wood/rock/tarp someone comes and lifts it up !' ME 'Sorry...sorry...I'll find you something else...will this do ?'
Happiness is realisng just in time that the dead leaf on the floor that one's about to vacuum up is a gecko. Thank goodness he let me pick him up wihout too much trouble; I dropped him gently out of the low kitchen window onto an agapanthus below, as I didn't want to risk the poor thing's escaping and dying somewhere in the house. They ARE sweet.
If you think that they look sweet in photos, wait until you see them in reality ! They are beyond gorgeous; they need a word of their own.
I wish, wish, wish that we had them here; imagine looking out and seeing one of THOSE in a tree outside the window. Sighhhhh.