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January 18, 2005
itty bitty kitty kitties
Newborn kitty kitties at the National Zoo! I want a baby cheetah cub.
Ever notice that when something is cute, people tend to double its name, like "kitty-kitty" or "baby cow-cow." I guess it's the diminutive form of the word in question.
I forgot to mention that at one point at Sunday night's dance I was yet again compared to the younger version of Kris Kringle from the Rankin Bass claymation holiday special Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Apparently I look like him when he grew his beard out ( couldn't find a pic of that online ) for the first time. The comparison doesn't bug me, and has happened before... and I thought the young Kringle was kinda hot for an animated guy anyway. I just roll my eyes when people say that, like when they call me a Care Bear or a Monchichi. At least they don't say I look like Heat Miser, Snow Miser or the Winter Warlock.
I want to give a big shout out to all my dedicated coworkers who come in to their vital state of Maryland university jobs with hacking plague death coughs, bronchitis and laryngitis. Thank you so much for sharing. Frikkin' workaholics...stay home and don't share your disease with me!
Speaking of work, on Thursday I will be dutifully coming to work, and will work twice as hard in recognition of Inauguration Day. To me, attending the inaugural events, even to turn my back, would be recognizing the evil presence in the seat of power. My protest is to go through a normal day as if nothing special is going on, because nothing is.
This just in: e-mail correspondence with an evil (but dead-on) friend:
Jimbo: "Did you see the new cute baby cheetahs at the National Zoo?"
NonFONZgrrrl: "I wonder if the zoo will kill them all at once? Or one at a time.."
Posted by jimbo at January 18, 2005 10:41 AM
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It really did sort of turn me on when Kris grew out his beard. And then that bitch Katrina whats-her-name came along. At least there was always whip-wielding Yukon Cornelius to look forward to, and that lost weekend with Hermie back at the ice cave. What really happened? Bumble could not tell. Nor would he have been able to, mute, illiterate and toothless shell of his former self, now reduced to menial treetopping. I believe those secrets followed him to his grave.
Posted by: Dellwood at January 18, 2005 12:24 PM
Those baby cheetahs are almost as cute as you Jimbo-bo. I've decided to grow my beard out for a while- I seem to recall that people liked the way it looked.
Posted by: homer at January 18, 2005 5:05 PM