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Tuesday, June 14, 2005 The biggest scourge to poultry-kind, bigger than the avian flu ever was and ever will be, my dearly beloved Grandma, passed away quietly, in stark contrast to the violent ends of her leghorns, last June 11, at exactly 5:15 in the afternoon. She was 87. Though, her poultry farm now reverberates with cackling, crowing, and shrill squawking characteristic of the riotous revelry following the suspension of a death sentence, I will miss her so, her World War II stories, and her gourmet treats which were all, needless to say, poultry-based. Suddenly liberated from the proverbial mortal coil, I know she is carousing somewhere beyond the Pearly Gates, though never really straying far from it. Specially if tales about Saint Peter actually having a rooster companion prove true..
posted by Alexis at 8:17 PM Wednesday, June 01, 2005 Meet cocky little Boris. He is a scavenger by nature and by profession and we share the same desk. He is, before I forget, a German Cockroach. He has reluctantly taken up residence in the labyrinthine rubber contacts beneath my keyboard. Occasionally, he would venture out and traverse my computer keyboard coast to coast, from A to +, the brave little cur. Now, the default reaction to critters like my tenant Boris is a mixture of the triumph of the English language, the verbs scream and bludgeon, and nouns like makeshift cudgel and umbrella. But little Boris is innocent of such things. For as long as the novelty of Kings of Convenience in my MP3 player does not wear off, he has very little to fear..
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