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February 05, 2003

worth every minute

On Thursday night, pre-Allen arrival, I was sitting in the kitchen at the Lad's, pretending to be a cockroach. I had my index fingers pressed to the sides of my forehead and I wiggled them at the Lad's back as he did the dishes. "So are we playing Get Out tonight?" asked the Lad.

"We could," I said. "But what if I'm a cockroach?"

"Well, that would complicate it."

"But see I can touch them," I said, touching the tips of my fingers together. "Not all cockroaches can do that. It's a genetic trait, like with humans how some humans can roll their tongues and others cannot."

"Really?" said the Lad, turning and calmly watching me cross my eyes and tag my fingers together.

"No," I said, "that was a lie."

The next day, I encountered the God of Cockroaches behind my coffee maker. After some consideration, I realized that my imitation of a cockroach on the previous night and subsequent discovery of one surely meant I had been hit with a rare, though temporary, prognosticative ability which the universe sometimes grants to those who are worthy. To test my theory, I tried a game of minesweeper and won without even trying.

Eight hours later, I had used up my entire allotment of foreknowledge, but my minesweeper high score is now out of this world.

Posted by didofoot at February 5, 2003 02:13 PM

Comments

What a cute little cockroach you are! Irresistible.

Posted by: tracy at February 6, 2003 11:49 AM

you are so funny. sean, who happens to live with gene, loaned me a Chuck Palanhuik book, which i'll probably forget to return 6 or 8 times, but it's called _Survivor_ and that cockroach dialogue would fit right in. not that i'd ever subordinate you to some beefcake celebrity anarchist. you are so much more than that, darling Arlene.

Posted by: kt at February 6, 2003 05:11 PM

crickets have antennae that are longer than their bodies. i learned this this morning while i was trying to shoo a cricket away from me in the basement of one of the law school buildings. it ended up wandering perilously close to a seemingly uninhabited cobweb, before being chased off by a large black spider appearing as if from nowhere. i think the spider would have tried to kill the cricket if the two weren't comparable in size.

the point: real bugs aren't nearly as cute as kristen.

Posted by: holohan at February 6, 2003 08:31 PM

that cricket info might come in handy next time you're college bowling it though, ey?

Posted by: michele at February 6, 2003 09:43 PM

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