March 27th, 2008


What I didn't Tweet this week

Thinking about the attack of the killer vampire hummingbirds.

The scent of cherry blossom in the air is sweet and lovely.

Daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

What's happened to Mrs. Riseborough's house? It looks like a disaster has struck.

Student struck dead by lightning bolt when opening email.

Woo hoo! Won another Photo Face Off Challenge on Flickr!

And another one!

Why are urban fantasies always about the scruffy and the marginal? Proud, haughty Elves in HR seems much more likely.

Strange, autistic, alcoholic Billy in the park gave me a hug when I told him about Cholmondeley. It was oddly comforting.

(PS: if anyone should wish to find me on Twitter, I'm debbieg)

Killer Hummingbirds

Really. I'm serious. Remember, you read it here first.

They are beautiful and jewel-like, but could be deadly. And remember their attraction to red...

We have very bold, aggressive hummers here, and the other day when I was walking, one buzzed me and I saw his long pointy beak and thought "you know, someone could make a horror movie about swarms of rogue, vampire hummingbirds..." And imagined news reports of people being found, drained of blood, with a single tiny hole in their neck.

Don't you think this one has quite a fierce expression?

hummingbird perching