Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 28, 2011

Lets find out.

There’s a wrong female deity? —Who knew?

Madame Pele. That lava is tough on mortals.

JUST your tongue? You got off lucky.

Forrest was right, you never know.

Just don’t lick the female deity wrong.

She would likely turn your tongue into something that had ribs and studs.

Boy, if I had a nickle for every time I said THAT…

I wonder if that female goddess with the wings (flanked by dryads) wants to be licked. Probably only after her flight.

Lickety split!

50%

Never lick Diana. She’ll turn you into a stag, and your own dogs will rip you apart.

Are they pictures of your carvings?

My wife was a deity, and licking her always made both of us feel just fine.

Re the Random Choice question on the blog. The actual answer is 0% because none of the answers given is correct.

My tongue just turned to stone.

I rode the California Zephyr when I was young, somewhere in the 50’s. One of my most enduring memories was that the observation car reeked of stale tobacco smoke from those ever-present ashtrays. The views, however, were very impressive.

Will she make my tongue longer? And I have a lower question than THAT, too.

The chance of choosing 25% at random is 50%, but if you choose at random, the chance of choosing 50% (the right answer) is only 25%. This question has my brain tied in a knot I may never be able to untie.

The Blog was great today. The Chalkboard is a web of deceit. The owls are just fantastic. And the ladies wearing their anti-conformist uniforms of rolled stockings are on par with the Chalkboard. I’ve always admired the way non-conformists always wear the non-conformist uniform so we’ll be sure to know they are non-conformists. This was true of long hair for guys in the sixties, nose rings for women in the 90s, pants down around the hips, tattoos…What will it be next year? Ties and blazers?

I also enjoyed the six adventures in thought. I have found a way around the Xeno paradox, though. A version of it is: When you move, you go half the distance to your destination, then half that distance, and so on; so you can never get there because the series converges at infinity, which is too many steps away. I, however, always aim for a point a little further away than my real destination. Thus, though I never get to the point I aim at, I still get to my destination on the way. Then I stop, of course. I feel sorry for the rest of you, who never get to where you want to go. I hope this helps you.

That Willlard Scott Ronald MacDonald looks like he’s holding one of those dolls that child shrinks use to ask little kids about inappropriate touching.

Gaijinrabbit: I once had a dragonfly sit on the handlebars of my bike fr a 2.5 mile trip to the grocery store. Still there when I was finished shopping and stayed with me until half-way home. They are crucial here at the beach because they eat all the gnats and make squadrons to drive off biting flies.

why show us the alien overlord sculpturejello with olive eyes and snarling tomato mouths?we will be broasted alive

While Sister Teresa’s uniform gives her a certain cachet of authority I really prefer the nurse for her eyes.

Great work, Dogsniff!