Written 1 May, 2011
Last night my friend and Whimsy resident Serenek Timeless IMed me with an important question. At least she said it was an important question. Did Whimsy need any scripted gophers that would squeal when their holes were stepped on?
Were gophers now shoulder pets? Or horrors, were they the latest in breedable animals-- you put one on your land and next thing you know there are thousands and the tulips are all gone.
Nope, this was a cut little animated gopher that pops out of its hole and squeaks at you when you tread on it. Cute!
I went to the store she pointed out to me and bought the gopher-- copyable-- for just $60L and put a couple on the ground on Whimcentricity between Serenek's house and Mairenn's. Poor Mairenn will probably get a fright the next time she goes to fire her cannon and steps on one the little guys.
Serenek said maybe the gopher could be the cannoneer.
I said maybe the gopher could be the cannonball.
We speculated on whether we could make a cannon that fired gophers.
"Why not?" I said. "I made one at Christmas that fires fruitcakes."
I explained my reasoning. "Since both gophers and fruitcakes are hard to get rid of," I said, "a gopher cannon should work."
That set us off on a delightful discussion of regifting and plum puddings and hard sauce and other British desserts. Then I mentioned I had a can of something called spotted dick at home. I had picked it up as a novelty, I said. Since Xubi has a jar of hard sauce maybe I could bring my spotted dick with me the next time I visited.
That didn't sound right.
Although I couldn't think of a better way to say it.