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Oct. 3rd, 2012 09:33 pmEverything you came here for: the great squirrel escape and other stories and other stories. You can ignore all but this part and the burning question if you must.
On Friday, a bunch of squirrels escaped their cages. As far as I know, this was an accident and not a deliberate attempt to raise an unholy army of the night. Note: This might be exaggerated. If you ask her about the sink incident, she'd say there was a foot of water on the floor, when it was maybe a centimeter.
I'm not quite sure what constitutes a bunch of squirrels. There can't have been more than ten in Quiet Baby, and Fabio's still the only resident of Noisy Baby and there weren't any in med ward.
You'd also notice that this was an entirely different sink incident. The sink incident I'm familiar is when the raccoons turned the sink on and flooded the room and splished and splashed around and washed their food in it. The one she's talking about was when an intern left the sink on.
So, the hawk is leaving tomorrow, the duck and domestic goose are gone by now, the chipmunk's gone, the coyote is leaving next week. The raccoons have a month at most, and they never, ever get tired of that towel.
To replace them, there's a seagull with a glasgow grin left by a fishhook.
And Beauregard, the abandoned guinea pig, is still around. He's doing better. He's getting foot baths in epsom salts and some silver compounds that promote healing, because nothing's too good for Beauregard.
Yamamanama makes sense, at least. It's phonetic. Yama, like the death god. Manama, like the capital of the future Republic of Bahrain. Beauregard is a great name when spoken, I'd just prefer Humphrey, if only because I don't have to look it up every time I attempt to spell it.
***
There are premonitions of a Jordanian Revolution in the Guardian now. This is a very beautiful thing. World revolution! Tyrannicide! Then there will be a place for world peace.
***
I have to ask Xpander for a friend's contact information and I'd better do it fast, lest someone remind him of why he left in the first place. I'm trying to think of someone else to ask about, someone I emphatically do not like.
Think, think.
I can afford to waste years stalling on asking Hyde, but this, I fear, can not wait.
***
inspired by a Michael Swanwick story.
burning question: Here's a situation: There was an accident at a local research institute for advanced physics involving inverted and vectorized meson fields and failing verge stabilizers and other scientific mumbo jumbo you don't understand. And there is now a herd of triceratops roaming about. To resolve this anomaly, the research team is going to go back and prevent the herd from appearing. And everything after the herd appeared never happened. You have ten weeks before they fix things. What do you do?
in summary, what do you do if your future actions had no consequence?
On Friday, a bunch of squirrels escaped their cages. As far as I know, this was an accident and not a deliberate attempt to raise an unholy army of the night. Note: This might be exaggerated. If you ask her about the sink incident, she'd say there was a foot of water on the floor, when it was maybe a centimeter.
I'm not quite sure what constitutes a bunch of squirrels. There can't have been more than ten in Quiet Baby, and Fabio's still the only resident of Noisy Baby and there weren't any in med ward.
You'd also notice that this was an entirely different sink incident. The sink incident I'm familiar is when the raccoons turned the sink on and flooded the room and splished and splashed around and washed their food in it. The one she's talking about was when an intern left the sink on.
So, the hawk is leaving tomorrow, the duck and domestic goose are gone by now, the chipmunk's gone, the coyote is leaving next week. The raccoons have a month at most, and they never, ever get tired of that towel.
To replace them, there's a seagull with a glasgow grin left by a fishhook.
And Beauregard, the abandoned guinea pig, is still around. He's doing better. He's getting foot baths in epsom salts and some silver compounds that promote healing, because nothing's too good for Beauregard.
Yamamanama makes sense, at least. It's phonetic. Yama, like the death god. Manama, like the capital of the future Republic of Bahrain. Beauregard is a great name when spoken, I'd just prefer Humphrey, if only because I don't have to look it up every time I attempt to spell it.
***
There are premonitions of a Jordanian Revolution in the Guardian now. This is a very beautiful thing. World revolution! Tyrannicide! Then there will be a place for world peace.
***
I have to ask Xpander for a friend's contact information and I'd better do it fast, lest someone remind him of why he left in the first place. I'm trying to think of someone else to ask about, someone I emphatically do not like.
Think, think.
I can afford to waste years stalling on asking Hyde, but this, I fear, can not wait.
***
inspired by a Michael Swanwick story.
burning question: Here's a situation: There was an accident at a local research institute for advanced physics involving inverted and vectorized meson fields and failing verge stabilizers and other scientific mumbo jumbo you don't understand. And there is now a herd of triceratops roaming about. To resolve this anomaly, the research team is going to go back and prevent the herd from appearing. And everything after the herd appeared never happened. You have ten weeks before they fix things. What do you do?
in summary, what do you do if your future actions had no consequence?
