Saturday, November 18, 2006

incher

10 Comments:

Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Somewhere behind that lovely rodent, is a cat. Sometimes others get all the fun.

Saturday, November 18, 2006 2:57:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Give that girl some cheese ... not sure what the cat is up to, though ... but I have my suspicions.

Saturday, November 18, 2006 4:39:00 pm  
Blogger Inconsequential said...

err, why does this fascinate me?

hmm, I like it...now just gotta work out why...

Saturday, November 18, 2006 6:09:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Speaking purely on personal terms, I'd say it fascinates you because of a barely understood, let alone dealt with, set of Freudian issues swirling around in the primeval soup that makes up your Id.
But that's just my own neuroses talking.

Saturday, November 18, 2006 6:32:00 pm  
Blogger Inconsequential said...

yeah, you're probably right, but my therapist didn't dig that deep :)

Saturday, November 18, 2006 6:55:00 pm  
Blogger Molly Bloom said...

I think it's more likely to be the fact that she's cute. Because of the face. And it makes us nervous because we like it. But, it appeals to the softness and also the wicked within us too. And perhaps we like the mischievous rodent and wish she would keep her mask on because maybe, just maybe...she's better that way.

Saturday, November 18, 2006 7:30:00 pm  
Blogger Dr Anthony Donovan said...

Those neuroses have served you well, Anthony, Inc. Let's wallow. I'm all for entertainment. You Londoners, go see that Bellmer exhibition at The Whitechapel Art Gallery before it finishes...If it hasn't already. Molly, you are spot on, I think: we like/not supposed to/feel weird doing so. That Bellmer will get you on that score everytime. Personally, I like the idea of masks; of the coverage and personality distortion they provide. Piggy's had its day - sorry, Inc! It's time for rodent-kind. What I like about pigs and rats is that they are seen as being, animalistically-speaking, negative: 'you pig', 'you ignorant pig', 'you fat pig' etc., 'you rat', 'you dirty rat', 'breed likerats', 'you ratted on me', etc. Yet, we live amongst rats and pig's dna is so like ours as to make the use of pig's hearts viable in heart transplant surgery in humans. A further game, on my part, is to add in a lovely body - a woman because I'm that way inclined - and 'Do The Rat', as The Boomtown Rats once sang. Given my proclivity for repetition, expect more please.

Saturday, November 18, 2006 10:10:00 pm  
Blogger Inconsequential said...

oh well, i really enjoyed the piggies, but rats are one of my favourite animals, have kept several as free roaming house pets, they all liked to go back to their cages at night though...go figure..

oh, except one, who would scamper into my room about 3am, and snuggle on my pillow. also she had an annoying habit of prising open my mouth to drink, it's a little unnerving to wake up with rat paws on your face.

so, i'm all for rats :)

Sunday, November 19, 2006 1:03:00 pm  
Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Inc - you made me laugh with your comment.

Oh yes Anthony...I'm glad we have more rats to come.

I've just been doing some work on transactional analysis and you fit perfectly in with some of the stuff I've been doing with words. I'll have to tell you about it.

Did that rat really drink out of Inc's mouth? Goodness me.

Sunday, November 19, 2006 6:40:00 pm  
Blogger Dr Anthony Donovan said...

Great rat yarn, Inc. Growing up, I used to have a cat that was similarly weirdly human. She didn't drink from my mouth, however. You really are the ratman, man. In my soon-to-blog humble rat droppings, I bow to your greater experience. How intimate. Man's best friend for sure. We live with them. Nice that you are ok with ratsbut afeared of spiders. With me it's moths.

Yes, while the cat's away...

'Transactional analysis' is obscure to me, Molly. Feel free to educate me. Becoming a habit - after that intensive html training the other day. You'll all make a citizen of me yet.

Sunday, November 19, 2006 7:08:00 pm  

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