|"A housefly in Chennai," Aravind Sivaway, (Wiki.)|
Yay. Buzz (my pet housefly) has returned. He was probably just sulking, ah, due to the fact that I've tried to kill him ten or twelve times today.
I tried to get him a few times yesterday too, but he keeps coming back, looking for more. I thought I'd killed him a few times there, but maybe I was being too gentle. All that goop, ladies and gentlemen. Right?
I didn't want to get any of him on me...
Flies are okay. They're good people.
They're a bit like a dog in that sort of unconditional love that flies have.
You can even frolic with them, although I have to admit the poor little guy’s a bit of a punching-bag when I’m feeling insecure.
I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen. It's just that Buzz and I have become a bit withdrawn, perhaps even isolated over the years.
Every so often we feel the need to talk.
...let's hope me and Buzz get out of here for a little while tomorrow. Nice thing about a housefly, you can carry 'em in a matchbox.
...sounds to me like someone's got another idea. (Buzz.)
I just received an email where someone asked, "If I bought one of your books, would you sleep with me?"
I said, "Sure, and why not, it sure beats having sex with you."
“That’s funny, Ian. Are you working right now?”
“Ah, yes, Buzz, I am.”
“Okay. Well. I’ll try not to bother you too much.”
Buzz came and sat in my lap first thing this morning. They're eminently trainable. I kind of worry about the little guy sometimes. All that second-hand smoke.
I knew Buzz was a keeper when he flew inverted two inches above the keyboard, then pulled up into a series of Cuban-8s, hammerheads and rolling circles.
I think he likes me.
Buzz and I are going to the park to play catch later, but first some lunch. Houseflies don’t eat much; (they don’t drink much either), but a single grain of sugar keeps him going all day long. As for myself, I don’t know, maybe back-bacon sandwiches or something.
I leave the balcony screen door open so he can go out and have a shit and stuff like that.
They’re not too hard to look after, that’s for sure.
It’s okay for you guys, you got wives and husbands, children and grandchildren.
All I got is this lousy housefly.
Anyways, we’re (Buzz is around the house somewhere) going to have a beer and try and figure out what to make for lunch.