In which we are concerned with cephalopod logistics though it is no longer hockey season.

[mrissa]

mrissa: And then markgritter was listing the places Vernor Vinge could have gone to see a live lobster. He went on at quite some length. Like, Byerly's, Red Lobster, the aquarium. Boston Gardens.
timprov: Um.
M: Okay, he didn't quite get so far as Boston Gardens.
T: Good. It's not like octopuses and Detroit.
M: I am concerned--I am suddenly quite concerned about the octopuses and Detroit.*
T: Like how at any moment--
M: Yes.
T: At any moment some guy there in Detroit has an octopus in his pants and you don't know it.
M: Yes. This concerns me greatly. Please tell me that Ziploc is involved.
T: I'm thinking no.
M: Or that nice friendly people such as the Detroit equivalent of United Noodle have sold the Red Wings fans some lovely dried octopus for their flinging needs?
T: Clearly not.
M: Oh, oh, oh, I am concerned. So in a regular plastic bag like a Target bag, just a whole dead octopus.
T: Possibly. If it was me I would use a thermos.
M: This is heartening.
T: But thermoses are not allowed in the arenas.
M: Not heartening!
T: But it's not like things that are not allowed in arenas never get in arenas.
M: And something like a smuggle-in beer belly contraption would be difficult to get the octopus out of--and although I hear octopuses are good at wriggling in and out of confined spaces, I expect that's mostly the live ones.
T: Never underestimate the power of the undead octopus.
M: No, I am concerned.
T: I think they have official Red Wings jackets with special pockets for the octopuses.
M, heartened: Do you? Like duck hunting jackets? Oh, I am relieved.
[pause]
M: Wait! I am not relieved! Oh why was I relieved?
T, laughing: If they don't, it's a marketing opportunity waiting to happen.
M: Now I really have to ask the internet how this works. And fear that it will answer me.

*Detroit Red Wings fans have been known to fling dead octopuses upon the ice. No, I cannot explain this to you. I am not a Detroit Red Wings fan.

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[mrissa.livejournal.com]

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I haven't been keeping up on FB, if in fact it is on FB. You broke your ribs? Don't do that, it hurts. (I know, thank God I was here.)

[mightyjesse.livejournal.com]

Oh, the incident was about a month ago. I slipped on the steps and Miss Em got her first sledding trip down the stairs riding astride Momma's Chest. I managed to land with her squarely on top, so she was entirely uninjured, but she did disapprove of the rapid descent. I'm mostly better now, but uncontrollable laughing for an extended period of time still hurts a bit. Feels more like a muscle knot now than being skewered in the lung with a sharpened stake... So... That's something... at least...

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Dear Miss Em:

Sledding on Momma: good fun.

Sledding on Momma without benefit of snowsuit, coat, sled, snow, and hill: not good fun! Don't do that again, kiddo!

Love,
mrissa