Comments on: Cicada Mania

Cicada Mania

hama7 — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:12:34 -0800

By: CynicalKnight

CynicalKnight — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:16:41 -0800

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

By: setanor

setanor — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:25:09 -0800

I like the band, too. They've got some sweet jams.

By: weapons-grade pandemonium

weapons-grade pandemonium — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:26:48 -0800

FAQs: Question: What purpose do they serve? Answer: Watch TV, drive SUVs... oh wait, that's what humans do. I love that.

By: luriete

luriete — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:31:38 -0800

what purpose do they serve, you ask? why, they are delicious!

By: BeerFilter

BeerFilter — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:31:38 -0800

Recently I heard someone referring to some "KICK-a-DAHS making too much racket." It took me a while to figure out they were pronouncing "cicada."

By: weapons-grade pandemonium

weapons-grade pandemonium — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:35:07 -0800

Rhymes with "tornadah"

By: hal9k

hal9k — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:40:24 -0800

I've already anticipated your next question and no, Cicadas are not kosher.

By: jeff-o-matic

jeff-o-matic — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 15:47:50 -0800

An appraiser on Antiques Roadshow pronounced cicada like "chick-AH-da." For some reason, I found this hilarious, and think of this every time I hear the word, see a picture or hear the buzzing of these merry, grotesque insects. (By the way, he was appraising small metal models of various insects.)

By: cholly

cholly — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 16:31:38 -0800

I love cicadas. I was sitting outside last night and I could hear them cicada-ing. It means that summer is coming. =]

By: Astro Zombie

Astro Zombie — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 16:46:39 -0800

Katydid manyadid.

By: bru

bru — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 17:52:17 -0800

The sound of warmth. The smell of pines and thyme. I needed that. Great.

By: CynicalKnight

CynicalKnight — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 19:32:58 -0800

The empty grotesque shells, should your 11 year old self be lucky enough to find one, are wonderful for gently placing on your older sister's shoulder as the hooked claws stay firmly clasped to her sweater no matter how fast she runs.

By: bookish

bookish — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 20:15:10 -0800

I have eaten them myself, and I have to say, as long as you don't actually look at them, they're pretty tasty. Sauteed in olive oil, they had a satisfying crunch and tasted a little like bacon. It was a couple of years ago when the Brood X hit and every time you stepped outside you could hear the roar of thousands of cicadas all at once. They were raining from the trees. I can see why they are considered a delicacy in some places-- every 17 years, the trees rain bacon. It's like a protein gift from the Lord.

By: y2karl

y2karl — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 20:30:17 -0800

Cicadamania

By: weapons-grade pandemonium

weapons-grade pandemonium — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:03:24 -0800

Metafilter: We don't wait no fucking 17 years.

By: BrotherCaine

BrotherCaine — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 03:31:10 -0800

Triple?

By: Mil

Mil — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 03:43:27 -0800

For true cicada-mania, try opening your apartment door in Japan and having one of the fist-sized Japanese cicadas fly directly into your face, and grab onto your hair, while buzzing angrily. If anyone ever could be categorised as manic, it was me, then. And CynicalKnight, you're right, once they've hooked onto something they're rather difficult to remove.

By: Happy Monkey

Happy Monkey — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 05:25:43 -0800

By: Faint of Butt

Faint of Butt — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 07:08:06 -0800

You say cicada / And I say cic-ah-da

By: FauxScot

FauxScot — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 07:58:22 -0800

I love 'em. They are like some big celestial clock tick! Underground for years, how do they count to 7, 11, 13, and 17? Why are their periods prime? They have no digestive organs...they are all about mating! Singing and mating! if they only drank beer, they'd live a nearly perfect life. Sure they make a mess and are noisy, but most of us in North America will only see 4 broods hatch between our birth and death. I savor each one like a sunrise. But then, I am odd.