Daniel85

This happened a couple of weeks ago, but I just found the picture and wanted to share it.

So yeah, this creepy praying mantis came in through the door to our backyard, and proceeded to attack my mum (who was sitting at the computer) and basically jump around the place.

I managed to snap this picture when the critter was momentarily entranced by the power of Streisand on the bookshelf. Ugh, look at all that chicklit. Makes me sick. It’s not even the good kind of chicklit, you know, like Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff fuckin’ rules.

Unfortunately there were no Pan’s Labyrinth shenanigans. I was kinda hoping the mantis would transform into a fairy and lead me down the garden path into a world of fauns and sprites and shit. But nah, we just killed it.

Anyway, speaking of fairytales, check out this vid of Neil Gaiman doing a reading of his poem, “Instructions”. I had a dream the other night that Neil Gaiman came in for dinner at the club, and I got one of the waitresses to ask if he’d entertain an audience with a humble kitchenboy. He said ‘yeah, send the geezer over’ (or some such), so I went to his table and gushed about how much I love his work, how he’s my hero and a big influence and all that. Yeah, that was gay, sorry. Enjoy the vid.

Note: we didn’t actually kill the bug. Just caught it with a clothespeg and pulled its appendages off, teach the fucker for invading our home.