At home in the loft somewhere I have an eight-by-ten glossy of that very picture, discarded by an astronomer at the Royal Observatory, Embra, and picked up when I was emptying the bins. I’ve been meaning to frame it, but the Finance Director has reorganised the loft and my chances of finding it again are slim.
I admit I clicked this to see a plant. Does anyone else not remember the sci-fi classic “Day of the triffids?”
Day of the Triffids was my favorite episode of Star Wars.
Are you sure you’re not thinking of “The Trouble with Tribbles” in Star Trek?
No, no, it was Quatermass. They came out a pit, remember? And they had three legs and great big, er, melons…
The only beautiful triffid is a dead one. Now where’s my salt water.
Triffidist.
Triffids are a noxious non-native invasive weed, like English Ivy only not as bad, if you don’t believe me look it up on APHIS. I keep a triffid gun in the truck next to the tribble traps.
I see a puppy riding atop a peony about to open. Or maybe it’s not a peony but a barnacle.
I once knew a barnacle named Bill.
Geek Test. You passed.
Why is the puppy sitting next to a snail?
Good question. I think it’s like public transportation, only in Wonderland or something.
What snail? I don’t mean to sound crabby.
Close to the puppy’s left. Mister Snail is in full stretch enjoying the view. He also has a Magic Star atop his shell.
Now here I thought it looked like the heart of the spaghetti monster.
puppy dogs, indeed
That’s not a snail, that’s a Jawa Trader with a searchlight behind him. Probably from his Sand Crawler.
What, no jokes about the flying spaghetti monster? I am shocked!!