||[Dec. 26th, 2009|08:51 pm]
The Question Club
Waffles, Tea Queue Sea. It has always bothered me to some extent that Eggo waffles—amongst others, but today I shall pick on Kellogg's brand—consist of a grid of square holes ironed into a circular shape. Those vestigial remnants of squares, given their curved edge, cannot be categorized into percentages of a full square by anything short of calculus. I needn't tell you, ladies and gentlemen of the audience, that the breakfast table is no placed for calculus! Therefore, my only options then, as they are now, are to either put up and shut up, or to purchase and consume a different—perhaps pricier—brand. The former, now more than ever through perseverance, is the easier of the two, and so the butter and jam that fills the nooks has never known true equality.|
What would greatly enhance my enjoyment of the whole experience would be some good old animal senses. The nose of a dog to fully savor the smell of their toasty warmth. The hearing of a bat to elevate the excitement of the toaster popping up to an adrenaline shock of orgasmic proportions. The sight of an eagle to, um, examine every facet of the jam as the morning sunlight reflects off it, I guess. But I shall save digression for another time!
In the spirit of blending human and animal, assume, TQC, that regardless of what level of inspiration or madness (depending on who you ask) has gripped you, you have decided to be a furry, or at least create a furriesque avatar for yourself. What kind would you be, and why? Feel free to describe your choice in detail. To those who already are furries, what species or combination thereof did you choose?