1 I have friends like other people have mice. Huh? you feed your friends to snakes??!!! I'll be over here. Waaaaaaaaaaaay over here.

2 And I thought they were just used for scientific experiments.

3 I'm curious, what was the joke?

4 We're working together on a flyer for a nonprofit fundraiser. He was aggravated because someone had dropped the ball in terms of getting the flyer done, and said he'd take care of it himself. I said I'd handle it if the other person couldn't, because sometimes the way he doctored our fundraising flyers looked "awful." (This is in keeping with the little playful jabs he takes at me, and was presented in that spirit.) I hadn't realized how much ego he had tied up as an artist in the idea that everything he did was aesthetically pleasing. I took it for granted that he knows how much I respect his use of color (particularly when it comes to paint) but that I do not think print/typography are his strong suit. I forgot that his father was a calligrapher, and there could well be some emotional content there. Also, he's bearing the brunt of the organizational work for this fundraiser, and it's starting to wear on him. So I apologized, but I won't be accepting every single playful jab he takes at tme, either. And if he pushes my buttons too much and won't recognize his double standard, I'll discuss his troubled relationship with the world of print production. 'Cause Mama don't like it when things get too lopsided.

5 Sometimes artists, fanatics, and crazy people have one thing in common. You have to treat they with kid gloves. I have often thought that they are just wired different. Now leave me alone while I put splash of colour in the lou while writing that clipper code and visiting all those right wing blogs d*mn*t. 8^)

6 He's gay isn't he? Thats OK, I know, its obvious. Sometimes gayness just has a way of exhibiting itself and leaps and prances and shakes its finger and bobs its head and makes a general nuisance of itself. I'd bet $10,000.00 that he's as gay as a three dollar bill. Hell, I'd bet a million dollars; even a billion dollars.

7 Jack has a point. There's some bloggers out there that fit that description.

8 Well, of course he's gay. But that's not quite the point, except for the fact that guys who let themselves get too queeney sometimes become a little inconsiderate of others, and I don't accept that behavior. Of course, he called me up to apologize today, so all is well.

9 Of course, I do know guys who have very strong color aesthetics who are not the least bit gay. Straight photographers, in particular, are very visually exacting, though the ones who have temper tantrums do it a bit differently. And I know gay men who are aesthetically wired and still completely devoid of queeniness. Hm . . . (ideas for character development forming as we speak).

10 Mice? But I thought you HAD mice! or, no. Rats? Rats. You have rats.

11 And sometimes mice. But neither species has ever made it into the house, thanks to spousal vigilance.

12 Daniel; When I really want to read from one crazy as all hell fanatic, hysterical nut case I go to dailykos, or moveon or codepink. Go there for laughs.

13 And spousal vigilance has kept them from breaching the Inner Fastness of the walls - with a memorable incident where one breached the OUTER fastness, only to lie there rotting its poor self away between the two...whilst your faithful readers speculated on whether this was a pest of the rodent rodent variety, or one of those rat I mean mice friends gone a step too far...

14 Around the house, neither one of us speculated aloud as to whether the other had snapped,, and finally done someone in . . . we just bought more candles and air fresheners, and waited for the air to dessicate whatever Thing was stinking up the joint.