Speaking of Dogs
Today's top story...When frogs become dogs (or dogues, as Foo might call them)
(story via Hillbilly, Please, via Darko, who has apparently locked himself in a dark room and refuses to come out and play until the tushery and agraphia wear off)
Aside from the especially humorous possibilities that Jane points out, of being the Official Frogwatch Coordinator for your local homeowner's association, or your office for that matter, I liked the fact that this poor thing was captured during a raid on a pond! This sounds like a job for Brian, who is currently the top candidate for Molewatch Coordinator.
Oh, and by the way, that book Jane mentions, In A Sunburned Country, another one of my favorites, by Bill Bryson, is well worth the read. Absolutely, side splittingly funny.
Labels: Books, Flora and fauna, The Absurd
posted by Gwynne @ 7:10 PM
6 Comments:
OK - but only if I get to choose the when, where and how of the raids.
You've started my day off right by forcing me to go look up a couple words I'd never heard before (and, in the most literal sense, still have not heard). I'm frankly amazed that agraphia hasn't come up in some episode of House, M.D..
Now, tushery is interesting on a couple levels. It sounds like it ought to refer to something Cheryl Burke or Julianne Hough might wear--but it's not. More interesting is The Free Dictionary's definition of tushery as being "characterized by affected choice of archaic words." So... by definition, the use of the word tushery is itself tushery (see self-referential).
But I digress.
That is one huge honkin' toady frog. The ones in our neighborhood--teensy tree frogs that sit in the drainage ditch out back and bleat like kids --fit quite tidily in the "toad abode". By that, I mean the ceramic garden art that my mom bought us some years ago. Sculpted and painted to look like an old clodhopper boot, it has a shingled roof, a 2" dia. hole in the side for a doorway, and a sign above the hole that reads... well... "toad abode".
Toadzilla need not apply.
Wow. I would hate to meet one of those.
Brian, absolutely! You would be the Coordinator!
Foo, you started my day out with a laugh or two. Did you ever take Logic classes? You woulda done real good. ;-)
Stephen, the fact that it's poisonous pretty much seals the deal for me...but I try to stay out of ponds, especially Australian ponds, so I'm not too worried about meeting one in real life. ;-)
Gwynne,
Your kind mentioning of my name in this and some of your other entries reminds me of the concerned mother at the kitchen window calling for her kids who know not that darkness brings with it a whole new set of troubles.
I believe I'm past the worst of the one-two punch of tushery & agraphia (and I'm glad that someone got a kick of searching for the archaic usage of both). I'm back on the blog case, thanks to your cry form the kitchen.
I will attempt to hit that sweet spot that deipnosophists seem to always connect on, as the rolls and butter are being passed. Yes, a blognosophist is what I'll take aim at for writing purposes. Plus, doesn't Blognosophist look great on one's business card? Think I'd trump C.P.A. with that.
Darko, you must know that my own mother used to call me home at dark with a cow bell. It's funny how we eventually become our parents. I'm glad you finally (FINALLY!!) heeded the call. ;-)
Blognosophist! Now there is a rich word. Not that "deipnosophist" isn't rich in and of itself...master of the dinner conversation, indeed. Heh. But yes, Blognosophist would trump just about anything one could put on a business card. CPA gets me no respect whatsoever. And "Will Work for Food..." is getting me nothing but spare change. So I envy your new role and look forward to reading your latest posts.
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