Chorus of Crickets, Cicadas, and Katydids

Come August, the crickets and cicadas weave a blanket of sweet chirrups over every day.  To me, it’s a song of coming harvest, autumn, and eventually winter death.  To them, they’re just trying to get laid.  And who could blame them?  In a few short weeks they have to mature and propagate the species.

Never mind all that.  I know you’d like to continue this fascinating discussion of bug sex, but we have more important things on the table.  Such as?  Right, such as…

Such as important questions.  Pressing questions that need answering lest we all plummet deep into raging seas of digestive fluids. Yeah.  That important.  So pay attention.  First question:

What are you going to be for Halloween?  I’m gonna go extremely “out there” this year and dress as a successful writer.  Insanity!

Okay, next question.  If you could choose to drink only one type of beverage (besides water) for the rest of your life, what would it be?  You probably think I’d say coffee or beer, right?  Wrong.  I choose arsenic-laced wine, because if I can only have one type of beverage for the rest of my life, I don’t want to live.

One more.  What do you want your family to do with your body after you die?  At first thought being buried or cremated sounds fine.  Then the idea of being shot into space or buried at sea sounds romantic.  But no.  How about being stuffed and mounted?  Or fed to wild dogs?  Meh.  When I die, I’d like all my body parts re-purposed.  My organs can be donated.  Make lampshades out of my skin.  Necklaces from my teeth and nails.  Meat pies from my fat and muscle.  And of course you already know I’d like my skull mounted in a writer’s office, like I have Sunshine.  Either that or plant me under a pumpkin patch.

By the way, I’ve been given the Liebster award by E. Arroyo from Chandara Writes.  According to E., Liebster “…comes from German and there are multiple translations, ranging from favorite to dearest to sweetheart. This award is meant to give the blogger with less than 200 followers a little spotlight.”

Thanks, E.!  I am a dear sweetheart.  Almost always.  Usually.  Okay, like 68% of the time.  But that’s still pretty good.

20 thoughts on “Chorus of Crickets, Cicadas, and Katydids”

  1. As always, when I finish reading you, I’m sitting here with a grin on my face. Thank you for that x

  2. well, if I had my choice of costumes for Halloween, I’d probably go as a witch, complete with slinky black dress, stiletto heels, and a wand that would actually work 🙂

    As for a drink that I’d never get sick of, it might be iced coffee laced with Kahlua…mmmm

    and death, well, you picked my least favorite subject but one of my favorite characters (DEATH). I guess I’d choose cremation. I mean, why waste space/earth, right? And in 50 years, who’s gonna care anyway? Unless I get so frickin’ famous that people want to flock to my grave like I was Jim Morrison or something – tho I can’t quite see that happening.

    thanks for visiting, fellow liebster 🙂

  3. Oh yeah, TOTALLY a sweetheart! Liebling!

    What are you going to be for Halloween?
    I haven’t dressed up in years. I think I’m already the weird cat lady writer person, so the costume is always in place.

    If you could choose to drink only one type of beverage (besides water) for the rest of your life, what would it be?
    Good answer!

    But wine. Definitely wine.

    As for the last one, I like the repurposing idea. I’m not a huge fan of leather so perhaps not my skin, but the other organs are fair game. Burn the rest so no one can make a partial zombie, I say.

  4. The responsibility of species propagation is a heavy burden to bear.

    Teeth necklaces, eh? Not a bad idea. I always thought it would be fun to have a little shed-like tomb built, with a pay phone outside. A motion sensor would make it ring, and the unlucky soul to answer would get a recording of my voice – “Let me out of here!” Fun!

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