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The new landlord

The other day, I saw this. cadiz12 said...

anything that eats mosquitoes is a friend of mine. however, i don't believe they ought to be crawling all over my kitchen table, so have no hesitation in dispatching them with a tissue. maybe that's hypocritical, but it needs to be done. i'm sure that's how my dad would handle it, and since i'm turning into my parents, i have no other choice.

11/05/2006 2:49 AM Radioactive Jam said...

At least your parents aren't spiders, right?

Ironic coincidence: last night driving home from work, I spotted a smallish spider in my car. Okay first, I said "smallish" but I think we can all agree when it comes to spiders, size doesn't matter. Second, I wanted to let you know I had to rewrite most of the first sentence of this paragraph. The original went like this: "Last night I spotted a smallish spider in my car, driving home from work. You see the problem with this, yes? And I didn't want to "lose focus" and spin out into some irrelevant sidebar about how, exactly, could a so-called smallish spider see over the steering wheel *and* reach the pedals. Next would come some heated debate about valid size ranges for "smallish" etc. And to be honest, I just didn't want to go there.

So to speak. And now I've completely lost the tenuous - dare I say silken - thread of thought that had been in my mind when I started this comment. I'm not surprised by this; spiders have that kind of effect on me. Friends or not, I don't like 'em. Never have, never will. And that's exactly why the first "Alien" movie still creeps me out to this day; that *&!!@##! creature (in its pre-bipedal, egg-dwelling form) looks like just another "smallish" spider to me.

Thanks for triggering such a fine set of thoughts, Jon. Seriously; I was this close to getting my mind locked onto boring, work-related things. No fear of that happening now.

11/05/2006 12:55 PM 
Cadiz: Generally, anything that eats the flying insects is a friend of mine too, but after a certain point, they go from being friendly to extortion.

Jam: No, my parents are not spiders, but if they were, then I probably would be too, in which case I think I could type a lot faster… and I’d be able to spin webs… that would be pretty cool…

I guess my biggest problem with your comment is this: Why are you thinking about work on a Sunday??? That spells trouble.

11/05/2006 7:26 PM omar said...

I'm a little bit sorry I read this post. Or more accurately, I'm sorry that I saw that second picture.

11/05/2006 8:00 PM 
there's actually this story concerning prophet muhammad that affirms that "spiders are our friends".

there was once the prophet was migrating to Madina in the dead of the night, to escape the...well, the bad guys whose name I can't remember and he was running away with his friend whose name I also can't remember. So they enter this cave, trying to hide from all those people running after them. And in this cave there were two other creatures : spiders and geckoes.

no kidding.

the spiders were told of the prophet's dilemma and vowed to help him and hide him in their cave (landlord tendencies, see how they refer to it as "their" cave) but the geckoes couldn't keep their mouths shut and cricked and squeaked and made noises that attracted the bad guys attention to the cave.

and this is what lead my aunt on my mother's side to have frequent friday night (that being a holy night for us muslims) excursions to beat every single gecko she sees to death with a broom stick. This was apparently to one-up our chances of gaining the big ticket to the pearly gates.

so...look out for them geckoes. the treacherous little rascals.

* I fear I might have blasphemed my way through this entire comment, but my memory of childhood stories aren't very accurate. and sometimes, old people just come up with things to make you believe in them.

11/05/2006 9:34 PM 
friggin geckoes. good thing we don't have them in these parts. unless you count that geico advertising gecko. and he just looks slimy.

11/06/2006 3:39 AM 
Well, yes, I suppose it is a LARGE spider, but that just means it will eat bigger bugs. Or maybe you if you are not careful... Now if we had an outside cat, I could see the whole problem taking care of itself.

Maybe you should write about another maxim: "A cruise is like being in prison with a chance of drowning..."

11/09/2006 3:59 PM 

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