@sozobe,
sozobe wrote:
Surely a sign of the apocalypse.
I've been feeling very fond of octopi since I started reading this stuff though. (Just love the one who stuffed the bad seafood down the drain while maintaining eye contact with the zookeeper person. "This... will... not... do. Am I clear?")
Really? When and where did that happen? How did I miss it?
Oh, probably happened while I couldn't get in here and busied myself with FB Zoo Builder. Good thing I don't have have an octipus in my zoo yet.
I might like an octo-pie . . . is that some kinda fruit? What does it taste like? How is it a sign of approaching evil?
Octopie: what to feed the robins.
@edgarblythe,
Or to which to feed the robins . . .
I'm here.
Hell has frozen over.
@Ceili,
Where ya been? And welcome back.
@edgarblythe,
Yes, welcome back, Ceili!
If you wanna to prick your thumbs I suggest Rosie.
Rosie, you're all right, you wear my ring
When you hold me tight, Rosie, that's my thing
When you turn out the light I got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie.
I'm not overly fond of them myself (plastic bags), except when i am walking little doggies, and one of them produces something which must be cleaned up.
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By the pricking of my thumbs is a reference to a quote of Shakespeare. It's in MacBeth for anyone willing to go find it. Incredibly, you'll find that the quote was selected to match the theme of the thread.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
The second witch in MacBeth, to her companions:
"By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes"
@Setanta,
If you have prickly thumb, maybe you should get that looked at by a doctor.
Doctors . . . now there's something to get prickly about . . .
Star-crossed lovers? That undoubtedly has relevance . . .
By the pricking of my thumbs I see
That mule, Old Rivers and me.
(schniff)
@Setanta,
Setanta wrote:
The second witch in MacBeth, to her companions:
"By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes"
Co-authored no doubt by Ray Bradbury.
