This evening, as Josh and I debated what to have for dinner, Murray brought a mouse out of the bedroom. He is a fearsome killer! We tried to get him to hold the mouse by its tail next to a ruler for pictures, but he was more interested in batting the little corpse around the living room than in preserving his accomplishment for the ages.
He was very distraught when we took his trophy away, but then Murray has no concept of the cost of getting mouse innards out of the carpet. I made sure that he knew we appreciated his efforts by giving him treats to substitute for the yummy yummy rodent-flesh. This worked out fine. Whether it squeals in pain or rattles in a box, it's all one to Murray.
It is to be acknowledged that I have not written anything long or ambitious lately. I am a bit low on topics, heavy on tasks at the moment. I certainly haven't jumped the shark, oh no! Ha ha ha, I laugh a little too loudly and that is how you know that I am nervous.
Posted by hilatron at February 21, 2003 09:04 PMDoombot suggests that the originators of the phrase "jump the shark" are not listening to what they are saying.
It is obvious to Doombot that shark-jumping means "escaping a horrible fate by performing a hitherto unthinkable or seemingly impossible task."
Doombot approves of Murray's prowess, however. Is it possible, though, that mice eat centipedes?
Posted by: Doombot at February 21, 2003 09:57 PM