I do not get it.
Why I make baby always cry?
That's because you're as big as a bear! They don't know you're really cuddly. That's okay. More hugs for me!
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I do not get it.
Why I make baby always cry?
That's because you're as big as a bear! They don't know you're really cuddly. That's okay. More hugs for me!
I can't believe Uncle Shelly trusted me to cut his hair. I can be a one woman barber shop quartet. Except I can't sing but I can hum! *hums*
He's laughing! I think he likes my humming...
Uh oh.
If David saw a stray animal (cat or dog), would he try to take it home?
Here’s the thing - David would not be a dog person. He flat out wouldn’t like them. He would be a cat person, but he wouldn’t want a house full of them (my headcanon is that he already has one cat.).
That said, I don’t think he’d be able to just leave a severely injured animal there to die. He would try. He’d tell himself that it wasn’t as if he’d hurt it, and sometimes things like that just happened. He’d even manage to walk away a few feet. In the end he’d come back for it, though. If he could, he’d try to convince somebody else that -they- wanted to rescue the animal. He’d avoid having that other person be Jack. Because he’d (rather unfairly) doubt his ability to responsibly care for it. Or he’d worry that Jack would make a habit of it, and suddenly have ten large and slightly crippled dogs. Also, he’d assume that if Jack had a pet, he would be stuck helping him deal with it.
If David could convince somebody like Mush or Crutchy to save the pet, he would.
If someone ever does find a stray animal (cat, dog, squirrel, bunny, lizard, HORSE) I’ll take it!
I don’t care if I get in trouble for sneaking in said animal!
David would find the sudden appearance of a stray lizard in New York pretty disconcerting. It would’ve had to have strayed pretty far…
A lizard... a HUGE LIZARD... escaped from the zoo once so it's possible! Papa wouldn't let me keep it.
If David saw a stray animal (cat or dog), would he try to take it home?
Here’s the thing - David would not be a dog person. He flat out wouldn’t like them. He would be a cat person, but he wouldn’t want a house full of them (my headcanon is that he already has one cat.).
That said, I don’t think he’d be able to just leave a severely injured animal there to die. He would try. He’d tell himself that it wasn’t as if he’d hurt it, and sometimes things like that just happened. He’d even manage to walk away a few feet. In the end he’d come back for it, though. If he could, he’d try to convince somebody else that -they- wanted to rescue the animal. He’d avoid having that other person be Jack. Because he’d (rather unfairly) doubt his ability to responsibly care for it. Or he’d worry that Jack would make a habit of it, and suddenly have ten large and slightly crippled dogs. Also, he’d assume that if Jack had a pet, he would be stuck helping him deal with it.
If David could convince somebody like Mush or Crutchy to save the pet, he would.
If someone ever does find a stray animal (cat, dog, squirrel, bunny, lizard, HORSE) I'll take it!
I don't care if I get in trouble for sneaking in said animal!
Ok um I'm going to get really cheesy here but what would Racetrack do if he found out that a girl likes him a LOT?
If Race were to find out that a girl really liked him he would flirt with her, like normal, and be pretty happy if they didn’t walk away like all of the others.
And then he says to me “that’s not a bush! That’s my wife!”
Who's blankets? I probably joined after the character was introduced
David: Jack’s not going to be the one to tell you that Blankets is his invisible (read: imaginary) friend, and the anti-hero of many disturbing stories in which terrible and ridiculous things happen to him.
Jack: The “terrible and ridiculous” part is right. But the biggest thing to know about Blankets is that you’re supposed to learn from his mistakes.
Les: Blankets makes a lot of mistakes, Dave.
David: The real question, Jack, is whether you’ve learned anything from these allegories.
Jack: Not all of Blankets’ stories are gory. Because you don’t always need blood, guts and cracked skulls to teach a lesson, Dave. I learned that from you.
Les: And once Blankets got caught up with the wrong people, who tied him to the railroad tracks. Medda had to save him.
Jack: That will teach Blankets to hang out with nuns. Except he never learns.
Les: Never. That’s why we shouldn’t be like him.
David: To be serious for a second, is Blankets your attempt at compartmentalizing fiction?
Jack: You want to do what with Blankets? I’m not sure if he’s up for that. I’d better ask him. And I think you could do better, Dave.
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I love girly stuff!!!
But wait!!!!!! The moon???? How??? Oh my goodness! Is he a spaceman??
Don’t worry. He’ll be back. And maybe he’ll bring an honest-to-God moon rock or piece of green cheese, or whatever it is the moon is made out of.
"The moon was made of moon-milk, which was very thick, like a kind of cream cheese. It formed in the crevices between one scale and the next, through the fermentation of various bodies and substances of terrestrial origin which had flown up from the prairies and forests and lakes, as the Moon sailed over them. It was composed chiefly of vegetal juices, tadpoles, bitumen, lentils, honey, starch, crystals, sturgeon eggs, molds, pollens, gelatinous matter, worms, resins, pepper, mineral salts, combustion residue. You had only to dip a spoon under the scales that covered the Moon’s scabby terrain, and you brought it out filled with that precious muck."
I get the feeling Jack would like Calvino if he ever got the chance to read him.
Now I want some cheese.
Who's blankets? I probably joined after the character was introduced
David: Jack’s not going to be the one to tell you that Blankets is his invisible (read: imaginary) friend, and the anti-hero of many disturbing stories in which terrible and ridiculous things happen to him.
Jack: The “terrible and ridiculous” part is right. But the biggest thing to know about Blankets is that you’re supposed to learn from his mistakes.
Les: Blankets makes a lot of mistakes, Dave.
David: The real question, Jack, is whether you’ve learned anything from these allegories.
Jack: Not all of Blankets’ stories are gory. Because you don’t always need blood, guts and cracked skulls to teach a lesson, Dave. I learned that from you.
Les: And once Blankets got caught up with the wrong people, who tied him to the railroad tracks. Medda had to save him.
Jack: That will teach Blankets to hang out with nuns. Except he never learns.
Les: Never. That’s why we shouldn’t be like him.
David: To be serious for a second, is Blankets your attempt at compartmentalizing fiction?
Jack: You want to do what with Blankets? I’m not sure if he’s up for that. I’d better ask him. And I think you could do better, Dave.
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But Blanket’s always been so sweet to me!
What did Blankets ever do to anyone but be sweet to them, right? He only brings harm upon himself. And now Dave sends Blankets to the moon? Talk about overreacting.
I do kind of miss Blankets. My life’s not going to be the same without him. I’ve known that kid for a long time, and Pillow is no substitute. Sorry, Pillow. But you ain’t.
Edited: Jack’s grief over Blankets has a song to accompany it. Spotify is missing Blankets, too.
Clearly Jack is not the only one with jealousy issues.
He's even told me his real name's "Crazy Legs". I don't know what to believe anymore :(
Who's blankets? I probably joined after the character was introduced
David: Jack’s not going to be the one to tell you that Blankets is his invisible (read: imaginary) friend, and the anti-hero of many disturbing stories in which terrible and ridiculous things happen to him.
Jack: The “terrible and ridiculous” part is right. But the biggest thing to know about Blankets is that you’re supposed to learn from his mistakes.
Les: Blankets makes a lot of mistakes, Dave.
David: The real question, Jack, is whether you’ve learned anything from these allegories.
Jack: Not all of Blankets’ stories are gory. Because you don’t always need blood, guts and cracked skulls to teach a lesson, Dave. I learned that from you.
Les: And once Blankets got caught up with the wrong people, who tied him to the railroad tracks. Medda had to save him.
Jack: That will teach Blankets to hang out with nuns. Except he never learns.
Les: Never. That’s why we shouldn’t be like him.
David: To be serious for a second, is Blankets your attempt at compartmentalizing fiction?
Jack: You want to do what with Blankets? I’m not sure if he’s up for that. I’d better ask him. And I think you could do better, Dave.
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But Blanket’s always been so sweet to me!
What did Blankets ever do to anyone but be sweet to them, right? He only brings harm upon himself. And now Dave sends Blankets to the moon? Talk about overreacting.
I do kind of miss Blankets. My life’s not going to be the same without him. I’ve known that kid for a long time, and Pillow is no substitute. Sorry, Pillow. But you ain’t.
Edited: Jack’s grief over Blankets has a song to accompany it. Spotify is missing Blankets, too.
Wait! What happened to Blanket??
David sent him to the moon for a couple of months.
I know. It’s heartbreaking, right?
- Jack
P.S. It’s also heartbreaking that I have to sign my own posts on my own blog. So many people have my password, and Sarah won’t give me hers. I bet it’s something like “butterflies” or “girly stuff”, right?
I love girly stuff!!!
But wait!!!!!! The moon???? How??? Oh my goodness! Is he a spaceman??
Who's blankets? I probably joined after the character was introduced
David: Jack’s not going to be the one to tell you that Blankets is his invisible (read: imaginary) friend, and the anti-hero of many disturbing stories in which terrible and ridiculous things happen to him.
Jack: The “terrible and ridiculous” part is right. But the biggest thing to know about Blankets is that you’re supposed to learn from his mistakes.
Les: Blankets makes a lot of mistakes, Dave.
David: The real question, Jack, is whether you’ve learned anything from these allegories.
Jack: Not all of Blankets’ stories are gory. Because you don’t always need blood, guts and cracked skulls to teach a lesson, Dave. I learned that from you.
Les: And once Blankets got caught up with the wrong people, who tied him to the railroad tracks. Medda had to save him.
Jack: That will teach Blankets to hang out with nuns. Except he never learns.
Les: Never. That’s why we shouldn’t be like him.
David: To be serious for a second, is Blankets your attempt at compartmentalizing fiction?
Jack: You want to do what with Blankets? I’m not sure if he’s up for that. I’d better ask him. And I think you could do better, Dave.
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But Blanket’s always been so sweet to me!
What did Blankets ever do to anyone but be sweet to them, right? He only brings harm upon himself. And now Dave sends Blankets to the moon? Talk about overreacting.
I do kind of miss Blankets. My life’s not going to be the same without him. I’ve known that kid for a long time, and Pillow is no substitute. Sorry, Pillow. But you ain’t.
Edited: Jack’s grief over Blankets has a song to accompany it. Spotify is missing Blankets, too.
Wait! What happened to Blanket??
Who's blankets? I probably joined after the character was introduced
David: Jack’s not going to be the one to tell you that Blankets is his invisible (read: imaginary) friend, and the anti-hero of many disturbing stories in which terrible and ridiculous things happen to him.
Jack: The “terrible and ridiculous” part is right. But the biggest thing to know about Blankets is that you’re supposed to learn from his mistakes.
Les: Blankets makes a lot of mistakes, Dave.
David: The real question, Jack, is whether you’ve learned anything from these allegories.
Jack: Not all of Blankets’ stories are gory. Because you don’t always need blood, guts and cracked skulls to teach a lesson, Dave. I learned that from you.
Les: And once Blankets got caught up with the wrong people, who tied him to the railroad tracks. Medda had to save him.
Jack: That will teach Blankets to hang out with nuns. Except he never learns.
Les: Never. That’s why we shouldn’t be like him.
David: To be serious for a second, is Blankets your attempt at compartmentalizing fiction?
Jack: You want to do what with Blankets? I’m not sure if he’s up for that. I’d better ask him. And I think you could do better, Dave.
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But Blanket's always been so sweet to me!
#muttmonday me and my main man, Norm :)
Walking home from the factory
After a long day, it was finally time for Kite to leave the factory. Three machines needed to be fixed and one nearly took out her hand when it started to work. She was again full of soot and dirt and wanted nothing but to jump in the docks. A bath in the lodge was out of the question since the girls would dump water on her before she even made it into the washroom. She waited patiently for the boys to be done as she sat on the dock and watched them rough house and splash each other. "Boys." She giggled to herself.
After a long day at the factory, Kite was glad to be back at the lodge. Covered in grease and soot from working in the machines, the girls started their daily habit of ridiculing her. Even though she dreaded being made fun of at the lodge, she couldn’t help but laugh along with them. She had to admit some of their dirt jokes were funny. She looked over at one of the girls that did not find anything funny and looked quite annoyed. She apologized immediately, “Hi! Sorry I was laughing too loud! What are you working on? Anything I can help you with? I really like your glasses!” She smiled brightly at her.
Mischief slowly looked up from her work at the blond. She removed her glasses and stared her down. This girl was too perky, and yes, she was too loud for her liking. “Yeah, you can help me with something.” She sat up from her bunk and tossed her black hair over her shoulder. “You can help me by zipping your mouth shut.” Mischief flashed her a quick smile before returning to her work.
“You think you can do that, blondie?”
"Oh yes!! Sorry again! I'll try to keep it down! Zipping my lip!" Kite smiled as she zipped her lip before heading to the washroom to take a bath.
Mischief laid on her bunk, furthest away from all the other girls. Two books laid in front of her, one which she was writing in and the other a ledger. Her finger caressed the book in front of her, stopping on a number. She scribbled a few things down before writing in the other book, almost...
After a long day at the factory, Kite was glad to be back at the lodge. Covered in grease and soot from working in the machines, the girls started their daily habit of ridiculing her. Even though she dreaded being made fun of at the lodge, she couldn't help but laugh along with them. She had to admit some of their dirt jokes were funny. She looked over at one of the girls that did not find anything funny and looked quite annoyed. She apologized immediately, "Hi! Sorry I was laughing too loud! What are you working on? Anything I can help you with? I really like your glasses!" She smiled brightly at her.
Pyro hugged her back, not expecting that, “It’s alright! M’fine, everythin’ is in one piece love,” he laughed, watching her apologize, “Nah, I thin’ we can leave t’bulls out of this,” he raised an eyebrow, she was a peculiar one, even for him, “Cookies do sound great though…and my sandwich didn’t fair well..” he looked at the mess of deli meat and lettuce on the sidewalk, oh well, it was good while it lasted.
Kite frowned at the sight of what was left of his sandwich all over the ground. "Oh dear, it must have been a good sandwich too. I feel just awful! I'll make you a new sandwich and bake you cookies and even get you a beer to make up for this!...Where am I anyway?"