Really Bad Idea
Apr. 29th, 2005 11:04 amI was watching Mom prepare Hamilton's food this morning. (Green iguanas need fresh greens daily, and lettuce won't work ^_^; They're vegitarians :D Hamilton especially likes strawberries and squash.) Hamilton, who often accompanies her during this endeavor, was wandering over the kitchen table. After stopping to munch on the bleeding heart leaves from the boquet on the counter, he climbed up on the small television set.
Me: Oh, look! It's a monitor lizard!
Of course, this isn't nearly as bad as what's to come. While Mom was shredding squash for Hamilton, she chopped off a small piece for him to chew on. I watched him eat (because green iguanas are incredibly cute when eating ^__^ <3) and thought, What a glutton.
The thought taveled aimlessly through my mind for a few minutes before bumping suddenly into the cosplay plans of
nekokenchan and myself for Anime Iowa this year.
Worst Idea Ever: Bringing Hamilton to the con, dressed as Gluttony =_=
(I'm going to be Izumi-sensei ^_________^ I'm going to bring along those chewable blood capsules that people sell around Hallowe'en, so I can pretend to cough up blood :D :D :D)
On that note, it's really disturbing to read Mary Shelley's Frankenstein (a.k.a. The Modern Prometheus) with FMA on the brain. I keep doing things like running across references to Paracelsus and trying not to grin, or comparing characters and circumstances >_> Does anyone else have this problem?
Me: Oh, look! It's a monitor lizard!
Of course, this isn't nearly as bad as what's to come. While Mom was shredding squash for Hamilton, she chopped off a small piece for him to chew on. I watched him eat (because green iguanas are incredibly cute when eating ^__^ <3) and thought, What a glutton.
The thought taveled aimlessly through my mind for a few minutes before bumping suddenly into the cosplay plans of
Worst Idea Ever: Bringing Hamilton to the con, dressed as Gluttony =_=
(I'm going to be Izumi-sensei ^_________^ I'm going to bring along those chewable blood capsules that people sell around Hallowe'en, so I can pretend to cough up blood :D :D :D)
On that note, it's really disturbing to read Mary Shelley's Frankenstein (a.k.a. The Modern Prometheus) with FMA on the brain. I keep doing things like running across references to Paracelsus and trying not to grin, or comparing characters and circumstances >_> Does anyone else have this problem?