not a rescue
Apr. 23rd, 2013 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaSo, yeah, the older bomber looks like my uncle as a teenager. He's Armenian. I'm not, I'm Hungarian and Italian on that side of the family. Hungarian and Finnish are mutually intelligible in the way that English and Albanian are. Chechen and Czech are mutually intelligible in the way that English and Indonesian are.
No new animals. We're at squirrel critical mass and the osprey is still eating cat food (which Nina thinks smells delicious) and blended fish (it's not quite superworm, but we could smell it from above the kitchen).
Remember the Fast Supper? I really should print out a copy of that for Nina, or at least a URL so she can make her own copies of the Fast Supper and plaster them all over the Vatican or whatever. Anyway, someone tried to tell her (her twitter is a lie! She hasn't actually made a picture in at least half a decade, as far as I know) that kangaroos aren't mammals because they're marsupials, and that guy really needs to brush up on his David Attenborough.
So, I'm too lazy to get a twitter.
Christina feels like an old lady because she couldn't get instagram to work, and she uses photomonkey which is a cool name for a website. I use imgur. She says "img urrr" and I say "I M G U R" and the official way to say it is "imager," which makes sense.
I use facebook once every July 6, and every time I'm bewildered by the changes. I keep it around in case I want to say something to somebody, or at least, I'll procrastinate about that until I no longer remember what I wanted to say.
We used science to determine that coconuts are mammals because they have milk and hair.
And I lost the screw to my glasses. Luckily, those metal wires wrapped in plastic are even better, even if they aren't as aesthetically pleasing. Even more luckily, I had an old pair of glasses I could just cannibalize.
Burning question: why, when I look up Rockets Burst From The Streetlamps, all the sites I find tell me to buy it on the iTunes music store or Amazon Mp3, which don't fucking have it? And then there's Wally, the less said about that, the better.
Maybe I'll take my chances with a website run by one of the band members, even if it does say something in the lines of "it's 2007 and we're used to overnight delivery." I am eager to point out that it's not 2007, it's 2013. Christina is eager to point out that 2007 is the year she graduated from high school.
Good thing I have Mistle Thrush to sate me. I can't stop listening to them. Don't be confused by the "Cure meets Fairport Convention" description, that only fits one song.
No new animals. We're at squirrel critical mass and the osprey is still eating cat food (which Nina thinks smells delicious) and blended fish (it's not quite superworm, but we could smell it from above the kitchen).
Remember the Fast Supper? I really should print out a copy of that for Nina, or at least a URL so she can make her own copies of the Fast Supper and plaster them all over the Vatican or whatever. Anyway, someone tried to tell her (her twitter is a lie! She hasn't actually made a picture in at least half a decade, as far as I know) that kangaroos aren't mammals because they're marsupials, and that guy really needs to brush up on his David Attenborough.
So, I'm too lazy to get a twitter.
Christina feels like an old lady because she couldn't get instagram to work, and she uses photomonkey which is a cool name for a website. I use imgur. She says "img urrr" and I say "I M G U R" and the official way to say it is "imager," which makes sense.
I use facebook once every July 6, and every time I'm bewildered by the changes. I keep it around in case I want to say something to somebody, or at least, I'll procrastinate about that until I no longer remember what I wanted to say.
We used science to determine that coconuts are mammals because they have milk and hair.
And I lost the screw to my glasses. Luckily, those metal wires wrapped in plastic are even better, even if they aren't as aesthetically pleasing. Even more luckily, I had an old pair of glasses I could just cannibalize.
Burning question: why, when I look up Rockets Burst From The Streetlamps, all the sites I find tell me to buy it on the iTunes music store or Amazon Mp3, which don't fucking have it? And then there's Wally, the less said about that, the better.
Maybe I'll take my chances with a website run by one of the band members, even if it does say something in the lines of "it's 2007 and we're used to overnight delivery." I am eager to point out that it's not 2007, it's 2013. Christina is eager to point out that 2007 is the year she graduated from high school.
Good thing I have Mistle Thrush to sate me. I can't stop listening to them. Don't be confused by the "Cure meets Fairport Convention" description, that only fits one song.
