January 30th, 2004

More Flat Weirdness

About an hour ago, I had swatted a fly that was annoying arnulf and me, and put the corpse in the half-full ashtray.

Now the following conversation took place:
J (arnulf): There's an insect in the ashtray.
I: Yes, it's that fly.
J: it's moving.
I: It is?
J: I think it moved. Might have been the wind.
I (thinking): the wind?
We both peer at the ash-covered fly. Suddenly it moves.
J: It has risen from the ashes!
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