Anyway, if you’d ask me what images name “Cuthbert” brings forth, I’d guess it was a wacky talking sword joining Dilbert, Dogbert, Catbert and Ratbert. Dilbert and Cuthbert could go on quest against the trolls at accounting… or something.
Personally, when I hear Cuthbert, I always picture a tweedy, eccentric genius who’s hard of hearing. Possibly with a small pendulum.
Ha! ONE cockroach? We had SEVEN of the bastards trapped in the kitchen sink this morning under a dirty frying pan! Mr P is responsible for the frying pan so in return for me not clocking him with it, he drowned the cockies.
Primafloret the Elder had a cockroach trap in the corner of the kitchen until my revulsion won out over my motherly sense of pride in his scientific interest. He put some food in a bucket and they crawled in (and this was the good part ) they couldn’t crawl out. After a few days he had thirty of the bastards in there. He took them out to the compost bin and came in to tell me, all dewy eyed, that there had been a birth in the compost bin and there were due to be several dozen more cockies.
Gah.
I regret that I was unable to inform you of my inability to be present for the remembrance ceremony of Cock “Cuthbert” R. Oach. I promise to badly mangle the appropriate portion(s) of Carmina Burana in January when I see you, so long as A) one of us remembers, B) I’m not too nervous, and C) I remember enough of both words and music to be able to do more than hum along for a minute:)
One down. Begillions to go.
And no, you dont have to post a mortem for each one.
Cockroaches? Scorpions? Bah! Last year I had a snake invade my bedroom and shit upon my floor.
Ogre wrote:
You mean, besides the fact that there’s a relic called The Mace of Cuthbert in the AD&D Book of Artifacts? 