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I'm sitting here, typing up a long-ass e-mail to somebody who wanted to know about how I make my vids... and I have my music playing (Keane's "Bedshaped") and there's this... noise... coming from outside.
It sounded rather like a really pesked cat. Like the cats in this neighbourhood often are. Therefore, I ignored it. But it kept happening. And then I turned the music down a little, and listened, and thought "Damn, some little future serial killer must be torturing that cat! Shit!"
And then I caught this shadow moving, out of the corner of my eye, behind the bit of curtain pulled back. I frown, and I look and... there's this squirrel... on my windowsill... attacking my window screen!
And I sit there and stare at this monster squirrel (must have been a foot tall, at least!) and I start giggling at him. And he stops. And he looks at me "Whatchoo lookin' at, beeyotch!?" and I'm like "You're one pissed off squirrel, aren't you?" He gets up on his hind legs and starts clawing at the window screen again. "GET ME A GRAPEFRUIT! I LONG FOR A GRAPEFRUIT!" and still making these noises. I had never heard the noises a squirrel makes before! So I carefully get up and go to fetch my camera, but as I return, he turns, and climbs along the side of the house and into the cherry tree.
The end.
It sounded rather like a really pesked cat. Like the cats in this neighbourhood often are. Therefore, I ignored it. But it kept happening. And then I turned the music down a little, and listened, and thought "Damn, some little future serial killer must be torturing that cat! Shit!"
And then I caught this shadow moving, out of the corner of my eye, behind the bit of curtain pulled back. I frown, and I look and... there's this squirrel... on my windowsill... attacking my window screen!
And I sit there and stare at this monster squirrel (must have been a foot tall, at least!) and I start giggling at him. And he stops. And he looks at me "Whatchoo lookin' at, beeyotch!?" and I'm like "You're one pissed off squirrel, aren't you?" He gets up on his hind legs and starts clawing at the window screen again. "GET ME A GRAPEFRUIT! I LONG FOR A GRAPEFRUIT!" and still making these noises. I had never heard the noises a squirrel makes before! So I carefully get up and go to fetch my camera, but as I return, he turns, and climbs along the side of the house and into the cherry tree.
The end.
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Date: 2004-10-07 12:51 am (UTC)I would also be thinking about Eddie Izzard if I saw that, after I had a heart attack, that is, and my cats started running head first at him.
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Date: 2004-10-07 01:09 am (UTC)And Eddie Izzard kicks ass. Took me a moment to notice the title (I sort of ignore those sometimes).
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Date: 2004-10-07 01:21 am (UTC)Eddie is my HERO. :D