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calliopes_pen) wrote2010-08-09 11:19 am
calliopes_pen) wrote2010-08-09 11:19 am
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Fannish Items--And A Moment of Horror
Russell T. Davies gives the plot synopsis for the new season of Torchwood.
Bloody Disgusting lists the best horror themed commercials of decades past. And then Io9 focuses on one with Vincent Price—and one where the creature from the Alien movies is in a Pepsi commercial.
The Favorite Thing About You Meme. My thread is here.
Meanwhile, we suspect someone tried to kill Toby on Saturday night. I normally go over to see how he is around 6:30 AM, on the days they aren’t home next door, or just to see him. Yesterday morning I didn’t. I’m glad I didn’t.
Right inside the fence, right where I step when I first walk in, Dad found that someone had thrown in a likely poisoned, raw (and giant) chunk of pot roast. Due to the heat, and since it had been there most of the night judging by the state of it—it was covered in maggots.
Dad dealt with it carefully (with gloves, and a plastic bag and other precautions like tongs) and told Rhonda. At first, when she saw him coming over, she thought he was going to say there was a snake in the yard. No, no. Far worse than that.
Due to the fact that he’s tied up on the other side of the yard, away from that spot so he’s not in the sun, he was saved from being able to eat it and possibly get sick or die. There’s a huge black circle on the ground—I’m hoping that’s from the massive amounts of bug spray Dad said he used to kill the things. Rhonda’s checking him periodically, and so is Dad. He seemed fine yesterday evening when he checked again at 5:30 PM.
At my suggestion, before Rhonda let Toby off his chain for a little while to play around 6 PM, he checked along the back fence—and found a hambone, which he disposed of. However, Rhonda thinks that one was from when the middle school had a party in the field the day before yesterday. Some sort of meet and greet for the new baseball players. They had food like that and at one point chased each other around outside the fence. Judging by the paper plate laying near it, it’s from there. Not so with the chunk of rotten pot roast.
As of this morning at 6:30 AM, when Dad and I went to check on Toby, (I sent Dad ahead first, just in case) there was nothing out of the ordinary.
We know Toby’s fine, since he tackled me to the ground, wanted a belly rub and didn’t want me to leave. Dad’s still checking on him every few hours, though, especially when Rhonda is at work.
And that’s how things have been the last couple of days, basically. Dad’s keeping a log of anything odd that might happen, in case it’s needed.
Oh, and I suspect that whatever happened that night--whoever tossed that rotten meat inside the yard--it may have happened at some point around 1:45 AM to 2 AM. Because I woke up when I heard a banging sound around that point, like a car door slamming twice. I went right back to sleep a moment later, though, so there's no way to be certain.
Bloody Disgusting lists the best horror themed commercials of decades past. And then Io9 focuses on one with Vincent Price—and one where the creature from the Alien movies is in a Pepsi commercial.
The Favorite Thing About You Meme. My thread is here.
Meanwhile, we suspect someone tried to kill Toby on Saturday night. I normally go over to see how he is around 6:30 AM, on the days they aren’t home next door, or just to see him. Yesterday morning I didn’t. I’m glad I didn’t.
Right inside the fence, right where I step when I first walk in, Dad found that someone had thrown in a likely poisoned, raw (and giant) chunk of pot roast. Due to the heat, and since it had been there most of the night judging by the state of it—it was covered in maggots.
Dad dealt with it carefully (with gloves, and a plastic bag and other precautions like tongs) and told Rhonda. At first, when she saw him coming over, she thought he was going to say there was a snake in the yard. No, no. Far worse than that.
Due to the fact that he’s tied up on the other side of the yard, away from that spot so he’s not in the sun, he was saved from being able to eat it and possibly get sick or die. There’s a huge black circle on the ground—I’m hoping that’s from the massive amounts of bug spray Dad said he used to kill the things. Rhonda’s checking him periodically, and so is Dad. He seemed fine yesterday evening when he checked again at 5:30 PM.
At my suggestion, before Rhonda let Toby off his chain for a little while to play around 6 PM, he checked along the back fence—and found a hambone, which he disposed of. However, Rhonda thinks that one was from when the middle school had a party in the field the day before yesterday. Some sort of meet and greet for the new baseball players. They had food like that and at one point chased each other around outside the fence. Judging by the paper plate laying near it, it’s from there. Not so with the chunk of rotten pot roast.
As of this morning at 6:30 AM, when Dad and I went to check on Toby, (I sent Dad ahead first, just in case) there was nothing out of the ordinary.
We know Toby’s fine, since he tackled me to the ground, wanted a belly rub and didn’t want me to leave. Dad’s still checking on him every few hours, though, especially when Rhonda is at work.
And that’s how things have been the last couple of days, basically. Dad’s keeping a log of anything odd that might happen, in case it’s needed.
Oh, and I suspect that whatever happened that night--whoever tossed that rotten meat inside the yard--it may have happened at some point around 1:45 AM to 2 AM. Because I woke up when I heard a banging sound around that point, like a car door slamming twice. I went right back to sleep a moment later, though, so there's no way to be certain.