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Started anti-depressants this afternoon, on which more later.
kaberett:
noldo can I be a woodlouse now please
right okay gonna go be a woodlouse at my bed nownoldo: ...
kaberett: beetlebeetlebeetle
noldo: what have woodlice got to do with it
beetle
kaberett: except actually arthropodarthropodarthropod
I want to be a woodlouse when I grow up
small sulky curled up in ball drab armour-plated woodlouse
okay
lives under logs
noldo: . . .
but you would not talk to me if y'were a woodlouse
kaberett: IN THE MUD
noldo: and then I would sulk
kaberett: I could um
noldo: [ps: FLAMENCO]
kaberett: wiggle at you
noldo: alex
...
no
kaberett: woodlousflamenco
bestplan
noldo: ...
no
that is not a conversation tactic
ok
kaberett: sadly you could tell that was coming before I said it didn't you
look, I think you will find woodlouseflamenco is actually the highest form of interpretative dance
noldo: you are an atrocity
no
no I will not
kaberett: from the school of um arthropodotae
long and illustrious history
many millions of years
synchronised swimming form even
noldo: ...
kaberett: this is why you love me
noldo: why
are you
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(I've been on both sides of similarly WTAF conversations. I specialise in them.)
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soz I am very good at not commenting properly I'm afraid
Camptosaurs often sit down creakily. Perhaps their joints cramp terribly quickly?
(Is aware of irony of icon, although early lobopods may be tolerated because have less creepy legs, and, much more importantly, have been dead quite possibly longer than the continental crust I'm sitting on has been here.) (Isn't actually sure how old eastern New England is, but Wikipedia seems to think it dates to the middle Devonian, and that there are a few lobopods older than that, but the one in my icon is certainly Cambrian.)
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ALL OF YOU
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*Checks to make sure is still large ocean protecting from wiggling eyestalks.*
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*deep breath*
Sing along now: the tune's I can sing a rainbow and the tone we want is 'nauseating saccharine':
*sings*
Grey and grey and grey and grey;
Gre-ey and gre-ey and GREY:
*extra sweetly*
I can sing a woodlouse,
Sing a wood-louse,
Sing a woodlouse, too.
*awaits applause*
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(yes okay am v impressed)
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(Also never looking at woodlice the same way again.)
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*lost it*
synchronised swimming form even
*lost it worse*
Oh Alex, I love you. I'm sorry life is so troublesome and needing of woodlousery. :( Be well. *HUG*