Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for January 24, 2019

The FDA has banned the sale of pipefish and I’ve already rummaged through my sock AND junk drawers. And everything in there would put me in DIS-favor at the big “Welcome Back to Regularity” party for Frog Applause.

They used to call me “Fearless Fossick” as I rummaged through the Froglandia Department of Minutiae Weekly Meeting Minutes in search of the least important information possible.

Speaking of party favors, what is that rolled-up paper thingy that one blows into and then it unfurls and coils back up. I can’t remember if the thing toots or not. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen or used one. Does it have a name?

“Picknicking? Picknicking, Miss Dandridge.” http://www.tcm.com/mediaroom/video/237893/She-Wore-A-Yellow-Ribbon-Movie-Clip-Picknicking-.html “Fossicking? Fossicking, Miss Dandridge.”

“I’m not stopping you, because unlike humans, we cats have our limits!”

…said Groucho Manx.

The path was well marked, though not well traveled. It might become lost later on, as the snow deepened or blew over it in elegant drifts, intricately sculpted by the wind. But that wouldn’t be for many hours, and I hadn’t that far to go. Nobody in Froglandia went far on foot in this season. Storms could blow up in minutes, from a clear sky, and bury everything in mounds of white. A proper storm could halt everything for days. Visibility would be nearly zero for the first two or three hours, and not much better for the next two or three, and more if the wind picked up and the temperature dropped, as it often did. Entertaining one’s self at home became the most important consideration during these times.

I Syngnathinae the party eclectic!

Know what, that is my wine glass you are drinking from. It has the pipefish ring I fossicked for signifying it is mine, and I licked it.

Those pipefish… some mighty weird-looking fish.

I just go boldly up to the snack table and wolf down a few pipefish. It’s what I like to call a fearless fosick.

I don’t like anything that doesn’t lick back.

I’ve been fossicking old computers, looking for gold plated parts.

Why is it “fossicking” and not “fossiling”?

T.H.E. Cat, as her alter ego – Abby the mild-mannered Abyssinian.

Is it possible to call a Pipefish-On-A-Stick a Fossickle …? I guess you could with the appropriate FDA/FA literary/culinary franchising/manufacturing gun and liquor license … patent pending, of course ….

I’ve been trying to cut down.

NOTICE:

FAAS is back up for Viewing Only until Larry is able to come up with a solution to the signing-in problem that keeps the site from being updated.

Thank you for your patience.

Knowing how to get out of your own way is pretty sage advice, kittyboots, that and choosing the appropriate disguise.

When does collecting end and hoarding begin?

Is there any overlap?

How much?

I remember going to a party as a kid. The family wasn’t very rich, I guess, and one of our party favors was gravel scooped up from their driveway. We were told they were “moon rocks”. I might have fallen for the story, too, if I hadn’t seen Patrick’s mother putting the rocks in sandwich baggies.

Apparently, it’s National Compliment Day. #nationalcomplimentday (Twitter). GoComics is celebrating it, too. I’d rather celebrate you, Teresa. Thank you for all you do every day for us. Thank you for Frog Applause. Thank you for bringing us our daily dose of lame. I for one am a lamer person because of you. Thank you, thank you. (I hope there’s a compliment somewhere in there.)

Flavors and favors, or try it Canadian style: favours and flavours.

I rarely lick pipefish. But when I do, it’s Froglandia born-and-bred pipefish, fossicked from Lake Froglandia….

Or not, if that effort to cover all bases seemed too lame….