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." (

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!


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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