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Jul. 23rd, 2012 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaComing up with a decent title for this took me way too long. I really should make another list.
The I Hate Music compilation V is out.
If you're into things that straddle the line between noise and music, it's worth grabbing.
***
I'm bitter. See, the first page of results for "Season of the Red Wolf" are all supportive of what the guy says, and that indicates an even larger problem: a few people link to something on the side of their blogspot and suddenly those blogs take up several pages of a google search. And that makes it harder to find negative criticism or kindred spirits. Fuck that.
I'm weirded out by a place called Szar in The Grand Ellipse, even if they're Szarish and not Szari. The guy who came up with Szari is a creep with an elf fetish who insulted everyone at the Wildlife Center and contradicted Danielle. And to say he's not a good writer is the understatement of the year.
***
Michael Swanwick has this to say:
Libertarianism is not so much a political philosophy as it is a sexual fantasy. It is the doctrine of oddly-dressed men with dead-end civil service jobs and no social graces who couldn't get a date with a beautiful woman to save their lives. "If only," they think, eying some statuesque stranger on the subway, "I could reshape our society from top to bottom, so that the only positive value was the acquisition of wealth. Then I could simply offer her money to go out with me — and it'd be immoral for her to turn me down!"
I laughed really hard at this.
***
We released a black duck. Well, I didn't, I was probably showing people around or something. But you know what I mean. Some of us were wondering if an ill fate would befall one of our animals upon being released.
Harry made this owl for the raccoons: a cantaloupe body with celery for legs, the top severed and replaced with a grapefruit half with a celery beak and cherry eyes, holding a mouse that one of the raccoons immediately stole and hid. It looked a bit like Crow T. Robot.
Earlier, they had two grapefruits filled up with strawberries and other fruits they could eat, and they fought over one of them because adolescent raccoons aren't smart enough to realize there are two of them. They did that to a mouse when there were ten other mice in the bowl.
They do know that the door is where food comes from and possibly that the handle turning signals food coming and one of them was jumping up the door. He couldn't reach the handle, of course. And I swear the other one smacked him on the head, as if to say "Stop being a tuna head."
I didn't have my camera, but he took a picture and hopefully he will print out a copy and give it to me next week so I can scan it.
In the meanwhile, please enjoy this picture of baby birds I took a week ago. The mother's still feeding them as of now.
Baby ducks and geese get stuffed birds to imprint themselves on. And humans have to wear masks around really young crows to avoid imprinting; the songbirds rely more on instinct and don't imprint.
Daniel's Greek cucumber/feta yogurt reminds him of fledgling songbird food.
Burning Question: Where in Syria is Bashar al-Assad?
The I Hate Music compilation V is out.
If you're into things that straddle the line between noise and music, it's worth grabbing.
***
I'm bitter. See, the first page of results for "Season of the Red Wolf" are all supportive of what the guy says, and that indicates an even larger problem: a few people link to something on the side of their blogspot and suddenly those blogs take up several pages of a google search. And that makes it harder to find negative criticism or kindred spirits. Fuck that.
I'm weirded out by a place called Szar in The Grand Ellipse, even if they're Szarish and not Szari. The guy who came up with Szari is a creep with an elf fetish who insulted everyone at the Wildlife Center and contradicted Danielle. And to say he's not a good writer is the understatement of the year.
***
Michael Swanwick has this to say:
Libertarianism is not so much a political philosophy as it is a sexual fantasy. It is the doctrine of oddly-dressed men with dead-end civil service jobs and no social graces who couldn't get a date with a beautiful woman to save their lives. "If only," they think, eying some statuesque stranger on the subway, "I could reshape our society from top to bottom, so that the only positive value was the acquisition of wealth. Then I could simply offer her money to go out with me — and it'd be immoral for her to turn me down!"
I laughed really hard at this.
***
We released a black duck. Well, I didn't, I was probably showing people around or something. But you know what I mean. Some of us were wondering if an ill fate would befall one of our animals upon being released.
Harry made this owl for the raccoons: a cantaloupe body with celery for legs, the top severed and replaced with a grapefruit half with a celery beak and cherry eyes, holding a mouse that one of the raccoons immediately stole and hid. It looked a bit like Crow T. Robot.
Earlier, they had two grapefruits filled up with strawberries and other fruits they could eat, and they fought over one of them because adolescent raccoons aren't smart enough to realize there are two of them. They did that to a mouse when there were ten other mice in the bowl.
They do know that the door is where food comes from and possibly that the handle turning signals food coming and one of them was jumping up the door. He couldn't reach the handle, of course. And I swear the other one smacked him on the head, as if to say "Stop being a tuna head."
I didn't have my camera, but he took a picture and hopefully he will print out a copy and give it to me next week so I can scan it.
In the meanwhile, please enjoy this picture of baby birds I took a week ago. The mother's still feeding them as of now.
Baby ducks and geese get stuffed birds to imprint themselves on. And humans have to wear masks around really young crows to avoid imprinting; the songbirds rely more on instinct and don't imprint.
Daniel's Greek cucumber/feta yogurt reminds him of fledgling songbird food.
Burning Question: Where in Syria is Bashar al-Assad?
