Prunes and Prism

RULES FOR YOUNG LADIES: Some arch advice on snagging a husband. Exercising the mouth into a pretty shape through repetition of certain words seems to have been an indoor sport for young nineteenth-century girls; in Little Dorrit, Charles Dickens' overly bred girl repeats, "papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism." (Merrycoz.org)

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Opposable Thumbs Be Damned

If you like blogs about cats, you'll love blogs by cats. Even suspiciously fluent ones.

For some reason, a long time ago the Comrade and I were talking about what if a rabbit had a computer, and what kind of keyboard it would have (and there were no peyote buttons involved, I swear it). We decided that it would just have two big keys for the two big, plushy paws, one labeled CABBAGE and the other CARROT.

So our rabbit could type a story that would go like this: CARROT CABBAGE CARROT CABBAGE CARROT CABBAGE, and all the other rabbits would understand how beautiful it was. But then I pointed out that it wouldn't be much of a narrative without conflict, and so she would need a third key that said something like FOX! So: CARROT CABBAGE CARROT CABBAGE CARROT CABBAGE ... FOX!

1 Comments:

Blogger Recovering Baptist said...

Should I even ask how you know about all those cat blogs? Is it time for an intervention?

3:47 PM  

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