TC-14
Sith Lord
This isn't your average 'Off Topic' post, granted... but I felt compelled to share this with you.
Whilst spending a perfectly lazy Sunday evening on the sofa, browsing the forum on the laptop... with the odd diversion towards http://www.hotghettomess.com (thanks for the nod, Todd)... my evening kept being interrupted by one of those flies that was on it's last legs, for certain.
You know the sort, those that swoop in, all noisy but flying incredibly slow, and deliberate... zooming right past your ear then up to the window before making an assured about-turn and gliding right past you again, just out of arms reach.
My faithful hound (a wily Whippet) usually jumps up and snaps her jaws down on them in a flash (not a pretty sight, witnessing her trying to digest what must be a foul tasting morsal), but on this occasion she was quite content to raise an eye and simply let it go about it's business.
I thought nothing of the tranquil silence that descended upon the living room once again as I raised the glass of merlot to my mouth... it wasn't until I had taken the second sip that I felt a strange vibration of wings a-buzzing against my wing commander style moustache.... that damned fly had only decided to end it's days in my glass of wine. No wonder the dog lost interest if it wasn't on the radar anymore.
I had been thinking about having a change and getting rid of the old Lip Weasel. Not anymore. It's at times like this I am thankful for the facial hair sprouting either side of my philtrum, sifting out the unwanted.
There endeth the lesson.
Whilst spending a perfectly lazy Sunday evening on the sofa, browsing the forum on the laptop... with the odd diversion towards http://www.hotghettomess.com (thanks for the nod, Todd)... my evening kept being interrupted by one of those flies that was on it's last legs, for certain.
You know the sort, those that swoop in, all noisy but flying incredibly slow, and deliberate... zooming right past your ear then up to the window before making an assured about-turn and gliding right past you again, just out of arms reach.
My faithful hound (a wily Whippet) usually jumps up and snaps her jaws down on them in a flash (not a pretty sight, witnessing her trying to digest what must be a foul tasting morsal), but on this occasion she was quite content to raise an eye and simply let it go about it's business.
I thought nothing of the tranquil silence that descended upon the living room once again as I raised the glass of merlot to my mouth... it wasn't until I had taken the second sip that I felt a strange vibration of wings a-buzzing against my wing commander style moustache.... that damned fly had only decided to end it's days in my glass of wine. No wonder the dog lost interest if it wasn't on the radar anymore.
I had been thinking about having a change and getting rid of the old Lip Weasel. Not anymore. It's at times like this I am thankful for the facial hair sprouting either side of my philtrum, sifting out the unwanted.
There endeth the lesson.
