good news from the Vatican
Mar. 13th, 2013 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI say they really blew their chance to have a Pope Lando II who actually looked like Lando Calrissian.
The tail is their most dangerous part, because they whack you with it and you get a face full of quills. Nothing fatal, just enough of an annoyance that you never mess with a porcupine again.
This isn't my photo, my camera was sitting on my desk without batteries in it. They didn't want anyone online to know where they was from. Nina thought they were porcupine smugglers or something. And somebody else tried to look concerned but couldn't help smiling. I did that too.
We had guinea pigs getting their abscesses drained, and we have to poke to make sure they're not tumors or goiters (in humans, an enlarged thyroid gland caused by a lack of iodine, it's common in a certain African country most likely Sudan because Omar al-Bashir cares of nothing outside of his race war, as if anyone can tell two naked men from the two Sudans apart), and somebody said it looked like toothpaste. I thought it looked like melted pistachio ice cream. This totally won't ruin Jean's pistachio thing later this week, I swear.
One of Nina's words was backwardsology (probably a noun), another one was meniscused (verb, even if Nina considered it an adjective and tripped over laughing while debating Ninaese* grammar), so, after this, she said she'd make up words and nobody would know what they mean. I guess if mixology is a thing...
*while there are places coincidentally named Nina in places like Estonia and Mozambique, they're too small and too obscure for TextEdit to know the demonym, and most likely too small and too obscure to even have an English demonym. TextEdit can be weird. It recognizes aestival but not hibernal.
Christina painted an Owl of Paradise.
Since I'm feeling childish, I'm going to color something with crayolas and cover it in black poster paint and etch something with a toothpick. But I don't fret, everyone burst out laughing when we heard there was a woodcock. Not necessarily a Woodcock of Paradise.
burning question: there's a Robert Silverberg story about the first robot to be elected pope. So… which robot would make the best pope? I say C-3PO.
The tail is their most dangerous part, because they whack you with it and you get a face full of quills. Nothing fatal, just enough of an annoyance that you never mess with a porcupine again.
This isn't my photo, my camera was sitting on my desk without batteries in it. They didn't want anyone online to know where they was from. Nina thought they were porcupine smugglers or something. And somebody else tried to look concerned but couldn't help smiling. I did that too.
We had guinea pigs getting their abscesses drained, and we have to poke to make sure they're not tumors or goiters (in humans, an enlarged thyroid gland caused by a lack of iodine, it's common in a certain African country most likely Sudan because Omar al-Bashir cares of nothing outside of his race war, as if anyone can tell two naked men from the two Sudans apart), and somebody said it looked like toothpaste. I thought it looked like melted pistachio ice cream. This totally won't ruin Jean's pistachio thing later this week, I swear.
One of Nina's words was backwardsology (probably a noun), another one was meniscused (verb, even if Nina considered it an adjective and tripped over laughing while debating Ninaese* grammar), so, after this, she said she'd make up words and nobody would know what they mean. I guess if mixology is a thing...
*while there are places coincidentally named Nina in places like Estonia and Mozambique, they're too small and too obscure for TextEdit to know the demonym, and most likely too small and too obscure to even have an English demonym. TextEdit can be weird. It recognizes aestival but not hibernal.
Christina painted an Owl of Paradise.
Since I'm feeling childish, I'm going to color something with crayolas and cover it in black poster paint and etch something with a toothpick. But I don't fret, everyone burst out laughing when we heard there was a woodcock. Not necessarily a Woodcock of Paradise.
burning question: there's a Robert Silverberg story about the first robot to be elected pope. So… which robot would make the best pope? I say C-3PO.
