Thursday, October 5, 2017

Meet Mochi, the dog with the world's longest tongue

Drudge Report October 5, 2017







Unfortunaty it has been reported that Mochi has been kidnapped.



A man in a baseball cap carrying a jar of peanut butter and a box of wine was seen herding Mochi into an sedan with Wisconsin plates.



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8 comments:

ndspinelli said...

Mochi is pleasuring lawnboys dominatrix right now.

ndspinelli said...

Lena Dunham is on deck. Rosie O'Donnell is in the hole.

ndspinelli said...

as it were.

Trooper York said...

It is the name that inspires.

It is pronounced...Moochie. Hee.

AllenS said...

Damn, if I had a tongue that long, I'd probably step on it.

Chip Ahoy said...

I just got a free haircut again. Same as last time. I didn't plan it this way, but thats' what they do. Ordered a pizza delivered and at the end the receptionist comped me. And it had its amusing aspects. Same stylist as before. I told her my dream so she knows I'm a nutter for even mentioning it much less describing it. She laughed when I told her I totally fucked up my hair because that reaffirms her specialty. And she could see it. Then weirdly she used a blowdryer. Just like the Flowbee in the dream. Patently ridiculous overlap. Upon leaving, thanks for the haircut and ... making my dream come true. And that really is true but another ridiculous fact.

Women wanted to talk about plants. I timed my leaving to coincide with two scheduled things. But a woman wanted to engage with questions about the plants that I gave her months ago. Oddly, this late in life, she hasn't yet got the difference between perennials and annuals. Then so did the stylist. She knew there was a difference but she couldn't say what it is, since obviously both types come back. They both come back perennially annually. So which plant is which designation? They're not very good name designations, actually. Just a few questions reveals widespread confusion. Widespread meaning two different in the span of ten minutes who never gardened but are still interested.

And I'm all, I'M BUSY RIGHT NOW with aquarium plants. The garden is like so last season.

Want to hear something?

It's plain new synthesized gravel and tiny plant clones. So how do the baby plants get nutrients?

They're injected into the gravel. The nutrients are pellets like .22 bullets. And they're injected by the cleverest homemade pellet shooter. It's a spring-loaded rod inside a tube. A rubber tube tip on the working end holds the pellet. Press the button on the user end and the rod pushes out the pellet. And it's clearly hand crafted in somebody's shop. There are various nutrient pellets; regular plant chemicals, trace chemicals, and iron to supplement red plants.

There are about 100 tiny plants in patches. When I inject a pellet into the gravel between them it pushes air off the gravel down there underneath and produces a burst of tiny air bubbles from the same spot each time. An explosion. And the bubbles carry light gravel particles with them, which must then rain back down upon them.

deborah said...

How long before you add the fish?

MamaM said...

The two different ears caught my eye, one spotted and one black, along with Mochi's mellowness.

As for The Dream: Name it! Recounting it is a start, as is letting it drift off into cyberspace, or enter the ear of a styist to find fulfillment in the chair. More, however is being invited. Dreams that clear and strong deserve a name; as they are stories unto themselves.

I'm clearing out more books, and came on this in a open-the-book-and-randomly-look-and-read mode:

When we take the dream as a corrective to the leftovers of yesterday or as instruction for tomorrow, we are using it from the old ego. Freud said the dream is the guardian of sleep. And indeed the dream ego belongs to the family of Night (Nyx), serves there regularly, and takes its instruction in terms of its own "family". Perhaps the point of dreams is that, night after night, year after year, they prepare the imaginal ego for old age, death, and fate by soaking it through and through in memoria. Perhaps the point of dream has very little to do with our daily concerns, and their purpose is the soul-making of the imaginal ego. from Blue Fire, Selected Writings by James Hillman

And what is the "imaginal ego" according to Hillard? More than I can capture for this comment. https://books.google.com/books?id=S33C7WR9pXMC&pg=PA27&lpg=PA27&dq=imaginal+ego&source=bl&ots=1PjcLBIZkT&sig=yZtmWOnu-8jqaO2U-I9-ZW09mmE&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjb4O7m7NrWAhXE5IMKHb_kDjAQ6AEIKzAB#v=onepage&q=imaginal%20ego&f=false