Your totally random intro image for this week’s SYW.
In digging back through my blog’s media archive for an intro blurb, I found this image I created for a contest Merby held six years ago to make a post out of one of five titles to Beatles songs. Of course, I did all five and tied everything together with an Evil Squirrel/Angel skit. This was the best of the five images I came up with…. although I’m not sure Lil would want to be called Lucy, or be associated with hallucinogenic drugs.
And with gratuitous blast from the past out of the way, it’s time for my answers to this week’s Share Your World questions, provided as always by Melanie…
Don’t give me no hand me down world…. oh wait, that was The Guess Who, not the Beatles.
Is cereal soup? Why or why not?
I guess if you’re one of those disgusting people who would dump it out into a bowl and pour bovine lactation on it, you could call it soup. And if it was Alpha Bits in a bowl, you could even say it’s alphabet soup. Cereal was meant to be eaten straight from the box, though…. so no soup for me.
Welcome to the soup kitchen…. er, bathroom!
What are some interesting ways to answer everyday questions like “how’s it going” or “what do you do”?
Well, there’s always the smartass solution…
“What’s up?” …. “The sky.”
“How’s in hanging?” … “A little to the left”
“How are you doing?” …
Fine AND dandy!
I generally stop these insane greeting questions in their tracks by answering them honestly and with gory details. Nobody really wants to know how you’re feeling…
What was your favorite toy growing up?
Between myself and my four sisters, we pretty much destroyed most of our toys within months and sometimes weeks of getting them. Board games would have numerous vital pieces go missing, parts off Transformers would get broken, Barbie would somehow end up on the porch roof, the dog would shit on the Rubik’s Cube. Stuff like that. So there were never any toys around long enough when I was growing up for one to become my favorite…
Mitzi always takes good care of her toys… and they take good care of her.
If you have a pet, and you could ask it three questions, what would you ask?
#1. How come you come crying to me about being hungry when there’s still food left in your bowl?
ODY: That “stuff” you dump in my bowl that is made out of processed roadkill is NOT food. I don’t even think it is edible. How about you open up another can of that good shit while YOU eat that dry crap on a cracker you attempt to poison me with.
#2. You lay around here all day and sleep… but when I want to go to bed, that’s when you start poking and rubbing at me trying to wake me up. What’s up with that?
ODY: Who said you could sleep? You’re supposed to stay awake all day and tend to my every need. Besides, that’s MY bed, not yours. Why don’t you sleep on that furry flying saucer you expect me to lay my precious ass on…
#3. Why do I even put up with your shit?
ODY: Because you fucking love me, that’s why. I’m cute, soft, and the only one who won’t judge your weird ass, and that’s only because I can’t talk or type. Now I’ll just take this mouse away from you so you can focus on giving your cute master some belly rubs…
What’s one simple thing society at large could do to improve our world?
Everyone untwisting their knickers would be a good start…
Need any help with that, dear?
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
question # 1 would be my question #1 too! … we are the kids of a special time, we had so much weird toys who never became a favorite ..like the awful magna doodle and the garbage patch kids..
The Garbage Patch Kids my parents went through hell and high water to get for my sisters…. and they all got tore up, dragged through the mud, and even worse. And parents still waste their time and money every Christmas getting stuff for their kids they won’t take care of!
I’ve always been of the opinion that half the people you encounter aren’t interested in knowing what’s going on with you and the other half think you deserve every single thing you’re getting. Hence a smile and the standard “I’m fine, just fine” response.
I try a little grunting and groaning if a small head nod doesn’t suffice for my “greeting.” Some of us just aren’t social animals…
Hahaha! 😀 Great answers.
Mine or my cat’s?
Definitely your cat. 🙂
Thanks E.S. for Sharing Your World. I know that I will NEVER be able to look at Cheerios ™ the same way again, thanks for that visual…. O_o. George Carlin had THE best come backs for any trite little question some intrepid soul might utter, didn’t he? Gory details work too though. Ody is an obviously well loved ‘pet’ (sorry sir. OVERLORD AND MASTER it is) and oddly enough Ziggy asks the same questions of me and has the same attitude towards “fresh’ food. Ah the big sad *insert pet of choice* eyes they use as guilt prodding tools…..
‘Toilet Cereal”, as that infamous pic has come to be known on The Nest, has had its share of people who’ve been disgusted by it (He ain’t really eating that stuff!)… and a few years ago, I even quit using it for a while to keep people from running away. But I just love it too much… and that’s what I think of pouring cereal in a bowl with milk!
Ody quite often ends up with that peeved/disdainful look on his face when I take his picture… and it sure hides the sweetness that really makes up his personality. He’s the very definition of a GOOD KITTY, even if he is actually guilty of all those infractions I asked as questions!
That looks like the start of a new blog series – “Ody, A Day in the Life”…
He would get more followers than me…
I find the easiest way to handle those inquiries as to how I am is by saying “I’m just great!” and I’d say that if I had one arm whacked off or had a 120 degree temperature. Why? Because if you mention anything other than being fine you invite MORE questions. As for toilet cereal – well I was never a big fan of cereal as a kid. I had a brief fascination with frosted flakes but that didn’t last long. Like you, I think it makes a better “out of the box” snack. Ody is a cutie and I’m glad he is there to keep you company in The Nest. Everyone needs comedy relief and cats do that quite well !!
Pam
I think Ody expects me to be his comic relief. “Entertain me, while you open up another can of that good stuff for me….”
I’m so glad that we have a cat again…Mr. Rico Suave is a good kitty.
Do you say his name like the song…….. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiico Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuahhhhve!
Oh, hell yeah!