I'm curious. What does one keep a platypus in if one gets one?

An aquarium? A yard? A cage?

I haven't fully recovered yet. I may never be the same again!

This reminds me of a stupid commercial that makes me laugh: If you crossed a beaver with a platypus would you be able to tell which end is which?

What do you think you would name the platypus?

Venomous spurs?!

Who wouldn't want one?

miss britt: when i get my platypus, i'm going to build a special swimming pool for him where we can go for swims together and lay out and look for shapes in the clouds and i will tell him all my secrets and love him so much and he'll be my best friend in the whole world who understands me like no one ever has and... oh. perhaps i've said too much.

anon: ha! what the heck was that commercial advertising? a beatypus would be an awesome animal. kind of like a liger.

elise: excellent question... i would probably name him something like Phineus or maybe Franklin.

delmer: i know! it's like the greatest pet ever because it can protect you. or kill you.

I think I just want to have my own venomous spurs. I would never get mugged.

There's a cartoon on Disney called - Phineas & Ferb - and they have a pet Platypus. Who is a secret agent - it's awesome. No really - it's a very cool cartoon.

I did my third grade Animal Report (very big deal--it was my first project that involved taking notes beforehand) on the noble platypus. For the visual component, my mom helped me sew a stuffed platypus, which I named Patty. I still want a real one.

churlita: oooh - you could be a new super-villain. Platyra, with her venomous spurs!

libragirl: NO WAY! a secret agent platypus?!?! you may have just convinced me to get cable.

cheryl: how badly do i wish you still had that report (and/or the stuffed platypus)? so badly. we can adopt brother and sister platypi and then they can stay in touch and visit from time to time.

The Venomous Spur would make a great name for a signature punch or kick. Or maybe the name of a bar. A country bar. No! A Country/Goth bar! Oh man oh man oh man I need to write this down!

Why? Eh, maybe it's better not to ask why.

I am still exhausted. My whole body screams at me to just sit still when I want to drag my bum off the couch to go to the bathroom or to my bed. Maybe it is just that I am so grossly out of shape that it is complaining about all the walking I made it do in Philadelphia.

If I had a platypus, I'd name it "Platytude." That. Is. All.

I just finished catching up on my sleep, but I can't top Shari's comment. I got nothing.

That would be a very unique pet.

MMMmmmmm... Protect you *and* have the ability to kill you too?? (You like livin' on the edge, don't you? ;)

~ZZ

I wonder what they eat. I mean dude, if I had to cook it something special for every meal...it would not last long at my house.

sir: those are great ideas! and i'll start a band called the venomous spurs, too!

shelli: it really is best you don't ask. it scares people when i try to explain the inner-workings of my brain. :)

shari: sweet!

vahid: i know... those clever types.

ZZ: i really do. and having a pet like that would make me appreciate ever day that i wake up without venomous spurs protruding from my neck.

isabel: that's a good question... i may need to do my research first. they look like ducks, so maybe they just eat bread and bugs?

* Platydude and the Venomous Spurs *

Now there's a country band I could ... well ... not turn off in the first half minute anyway.

* TONIGHT at the Rick's Cafe Down Under *
* performing their hit song *

"She got the Venom and I got the Bill"

Well. I'm at work. Best I could do.