And not one of the several that I put there, either. This dead lizard was not housed in a small jar of alcohol (or not, in the one case where the alcohol has evaporated) -- it was lying on the floor in the room where I keep most of my action figures. If it climbed on them, its death is well deserved.

I do not think I will keep this dead lizard (I only keep dead animals that were my "pets" in life), but I have placed it in a ziploc bag and left it on the porch in order to see how my mother reacts. I doubt it will be highly entertaining.

(Do the repeated references to dead animals make anyone else think of the Wayside School books?)

UPDATE: I predicted correctly -- my mother was not in the least bit fazed by the dead lizard in the ziploc bag. In fact, she had already seen (and ignored) it in the basement! She didn't even realize this was the same one... for some reason she thought I had found it outside and brought it home. Why would I do that?!? I am not a cat.

...and then Google searches for lyrics yield zero results.

oh I would like to see a dinosaur
I know they're not around here any more
but I've been shown
some great big bones
and picture books galore
oh I would like to see a dinosaur

oh I would like to feel his scaly skin
to walk around his legs and pat his shin
I'd stretch up high
and really try
to touch his face and chin
oh I would like to feel his scaly skin

oh I would like to hear a dinosaur
I bet he'd have a loud and scary roar
or he might howl
or shriek or growl
or maybe even snore
oh I would like to hear a dinosaur

I'm tempted to buy the CD and reacquaint myself with all of those zany dinosaur songs.

More on this later -- whether today or later in the week -- but I came up with this term last night and wanted to make sure I got it documented before it turned up elsewhere (at present, it registers no hits in Google). It's a combonym, so the Addled Writer should be pleased.

hillarridan (noun): a scolding, vicious, and most likely racist woman who fiercely supports Hillary Clinton's bid for the presidency of the United States.

In a sentence: Harriet Christian is an appalling hillarridan.

Thank you, thank you.

...and if I could stop coming across delightful little things like this Anime Face Maker, perhaps I could actually get to sleep!

What is up with me receiving upwards of 100 e-mails per day that try to sell me on products to "turn my trouser mouse into a monster?" Luckily the spam filter catches most of it, but still -- it's bloody ridiculous. Case in point:

from: Eliah Lillenes <eliah [email protected]>
to: [email protected],
date: Sun, Mar 16, 2008 at 3:12 PM
subject: Develop exceptional length and girth

Lynn moaned in pleasure and cried that the feeling of my longer, thicker tool in her felt amazing.

http://www.lokivae.com/
Develop exceptional length and girth

Is that narrative excerpt really supposed to sell me on the product? Are men so obsessed with increasing the length and girth of their junk that they welcome these deluges of augmenting solicitations? On the one hand I guess that people are annoyed by the spam -- hence the creation of spam filters -- but on the other I think that if a significant number of guys weren't actually biting companies wouldn't keep sending out these messages ad nauseam. And that's kinda sad and gross and pathetic.