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coda late summer
Sep. 12th, 2016 05:51 pmfragments before
fragment alpha
My biggest regret this summer is not having a chance to see Emma. The first time she played a solo show, I didn't want to deal with thunderstorms and late busing and she played the night of Cymbeline and I'm probably right that I may not get another chance to see Cymbeline, not for a long time, but I'll definitely get a chance to see Emma someday & somewhere.
Hey, I wonder if it was Emma who recommended Fela Kuti to me. I mean, I can't think of any person who would recommend him to me, at least, not recently. Maybe Lauren or Nina. Jill (different Jill: for one, I've never called her Julia) did, apparently.
Oh yeah, that Gentleman song that Federator played was a Fela Kuti song, but I had an inkling of who Fela Kuti was before I met Charlie.
fragment beta
Okay, so maybe I didn't bring this up during the summer but the robots.txt is no longer on Barbelith and I have learned that the forums didn't exist when Columbine happened. Toolshed does not play nice with the internet archive.
fragment gamma
I said that ultraconservatives were born between 1960 and 1980 but I was a bit hasty and it's more like 1955 to 1980, and there's a sharp drop-off after 1975 or so. That would make them young enough to have missed the hippie movement but old enough to remember the good old days of separate water fountains.
fragment delta
I love the name Woofles. Just saying.
fragment epsilon
I dunno, Hyde's been saying that the novelty of internet forums has been wearing thin ever since he finished high school and he says that he thinks about leaving Gamingforce behind him all the time. The internet archive has provided this clue for me: he was 19 when he said that so he was therefore in his first or second year of college, around the time Gamingforce peaked and therefore finished high school in 2004 or maybe 2005. He was one of the 50 or so to make it to the very end of Gamingforce, 10 years later.
I dunno, Hyde's full of shit sometimes. I'm not one for armchair diagnosis but I think he might have borderline personality disorder. On the other hand, I'm still astonished how he turned a post about his high school prom date's suicide into a post about himself. I'm not capable of that kind of introspection.
I had a thought related to this.
fragment eta
I was suddenly reminded of a conversation from 4th grade in which a kid was talking about how he hated r-rated movies bceause the blood and gore always looked fake.
I remind you that this is Jurassic Park era.
I'm proud of him, I mean, it takes some people years to come to that conclusion.
fragment zeta
I had a thought but I found a way to work it into an earlier entry. If you want to know, it's a thought about elephants and time travelers.
fragments after
I'm pretty sure I volunteered with Julianne on a rainy day back in 2012. If she is the same Julianne, she's a lot shorter and less blonde than I remember, but these things happen. She's not an artist but she says that when she took an art class once, she panicked.
She's a senior in college now and I'm like "wow, it really has been a long time." She told me that she used to volunteer when she was in high school.
I'm sure I haven't met Julie and Abby before. Abby likes strawberries but agrees with me that strawberries go bad way too quickly. She says raspberries are worse, they wilt when you look at them. She hates the texture of mangoes, while I hate the way mango shreds get stuck between my teeth.
As far as animals go, there was nothing that made me wish I had my camera with me.
Michael thinks that Puff might be eggbound again or perhaps she might be slightly heavier than she should be because she just ate.
Some hoarder had a pet raccoon and probably realized why raccoons don't make good pets. They'll tear things apart and bite you just to be funny because hey, raccoons can bite each other when playing because they have thick skin.
On the other hand, they're surprisingly easy to reintegrate into the wild because they only act friendly to their owners, not to anyone else. We're going to spray him and shake a coffee can or soda can with coins in it. It's for his own good, raccoons that walk up to people and act friendly with them tend to get shot.
Someone found a rock dove in the ocean. He sounded a bit like a crying dog.
We have some black squirrels. One of them may have hydrocephaly, in which cerebrospinal fluid gets into the skull and causes necrosis and all sorts of developmental issues. In humans, we'd shunt the skull and drain the fluid into the abdominal cavity or something but that isn't practical with squirrels.
A duck was trapped under a turtle pool somehow and got something called capture myopathy, in which the muscles atrophy from underuse and it releases myoglobin and lactic acid, so he's using his wings to walk, but he's smart enough to psyche Tiffany out.
In humans, this tends to be in times of trauma, like in car accidents or earthquakes.
We don't know shit about painkilling in reptiles. All we know is that morphine works and miloxicam probably works. Otherwise, actually sensing pain in reptiles is hard to test, though we do know they feel pain.
Pain is usually the last thing to go with spinal trauma. If you give their hind leg a good pinch, and they yelp or try to run away or bite you, some kind of conscious response to a pain stimulus, they're not doing great but at least they aren't completely fucked up, but if they just twitch, their spinal cord is probably severed.
The mealworm beetles love to eat potatoes. They're too starchy to give to any other animals, so at least we're getting some use out of them instead of throwing out to rot away in some landfill somewhere. Tiffany puts stuff in old gloves but doesn't think they actually like eating vinyl (if you've been reading this since the very beginning, you'll know that not even Cookie Monster will eat galoshes), they just chew it to get at the paper inside.
Tiffany likes to chop up vegetables because it makes her feel like a chef.
I told Priya and Jill about how someone divides the seasons into colors; there's white winter, gray winter, brown spring, green spring, green summer, yellow summer, colorful fall, brown fall.
Priya likes colorful fall but not ugly fall. My favorite season is summer, of course. And I do like September, aside from the fact that everything grinds to a halt and I get depressed because of that.
Julianne's shih tzu is named Scooby but he's the opposite of Scooby. I had a rabbit named Bugs but a. it turned out Bugs was a doe (I had her name picked out before I got her or knew what she looked like) and b. she steadfastly refused to eat carrots.
I told Julianne about my dream in which I had a machine that could transmogrify any object into a carrot and she says that she'd rather have a machine that could transmogrify any object into ice cream or pizza.
I feel like a carrot machine would be more reliable than an ice cream machine or a pizza machine. If you put junk into a carrot machine, you'd get a carrot and going by the Little Golden book with the premise, it might be an oddly shaped and oddly colored carrot but at least it would taste like a carrot, although how it knew what qualities to extract from the objects Bugs and Elmer threw into it I cannot say. But if you threw a chicken and a telephone into an ice cream machine, you might get chicken and telephone ice cream, or it might always produce vanilla ice cream or carrot ice cream or a random ice cream or try to extract qualities of objects and come up with a somewhat traditional flavor based on that, e.g. if you were to toss some pebbles in there, you might get blueberry ice cream.
burning question: if you had a machine that could transmogrify any object into food, what kind of food would you want it to make?
fragment alpha
My biggest regret this summer is not having a chance to see Emma. The first time she played a solo show, I didn't want to deal with thunderstorms and late busing and she played the night of Cymbeline and I'm probably right that I may not get another chance to see Cymbeline, not for a long time, but I'll definitely get a chance to see Emma someday & somewhere.
Hey, I wonder if it was Emma who recommended Fela Kuti to me. I mean, I can't think of any person who would recommend him to me, at least, not recently. Maybe Lauren or Nina. Jill (different Jill: for one, I've never called her Julia) did, apparently.
Oh yeah, that Gentleman song that Federator played was a Fela Kuti song, but I had an inkling of who Fela Kuti was before I met Charlie.
fragment beta
Okay, so maybe I didn't bring this up during the summer but the robots.txt is no longer on Barbelith and I have learned that the forums didn't exist when Columbine happened. Toolshed does not play nice with the internet archive.
fragment gamma
I said that ultraconservatives were born between 1960 and 1980 but I was a bit hasty and it's more like 1955 to 1980, and there's a sharp drop-off after 1975 or so. That would make them young enough to have missed the hippie movement but old enough to remember the good old days of separate water fountains.
fragment delta
I love the name Woofles. Just saying.
fragment epsilon
I dunno, Hyde's been saying that the novelty of internet forums has been wearing thin ever since he finished high school and he says that he thinks about leaving Gamingforce behind him all the time. The internet archive has provided this clue for me: he was 19 when he said that so he was therefore in his first or second year of college, around the time Gamingforce peaked and therefore finished high school in 2004 or maybe 2005. He was one of the 50 or so to make it to the very end of Gamingforce, 10 years later.
I dunno, Hyde's full of shit sometimes. I'm not one for armchair diagnosis but I think he might have borderline personality disorder. On the other hand, I'm still astonished how he turned a post about his high school prom date's suicide into a post about himself. I'm not capable of that kind of introspection.
I had a thought related to this.
fragment eta
I was suddenly reminded of a conversation from 4th grade in which a kid was talking about how he hated r-rated movies bceause the blood and gore always looked fake.
I remind you that this is Jurassic Park era.
I'm proud of him, I mean, it takes some people years to come to that conclusion.
fragment zeta
I had a thought but I found a way to work it into an earlier entry. If you want to know, it's a thought about elephants and time travelers.
fragments after
I'm pretty sure I volunteered with Julianne on a rainy day back in 2012. If she is the same Julianne, she's a lot shorter and less blonde than I remember, but these things happen. She's not an artist but she says that when she took an art class once, she panicked.
She's a senior in college now and I'm like "wow, it really has been a long time." She told me that she used to volunteer when she was in high school.
I'm sure I haven't met Julie and Abby before. Abby likes strawberries but agrees with me that strawberries go bad way too quickly. She says raspberries are worse, they wilt when you look at them. She hates the texture of mangoes, while I hate the way mango shreds get stuck between my teeth.
As far as animals go, there was nothing that made me wish I had my camera with me.
Michael thinks that Puff might be eggbound again or perhaps she might be slightly heavier than she should be because she just ate.
Some hoarder had a pet raccoon and probably realized why raccoons don't make good pets. They'll tear things apart and bite you just to be funny because hey, raccoons can bite each other when playing because they have thick skin.
On the other hand, they're surprisingly easy to reintegrate into the wild because they only act friendly to their owners, not to anyone else. We're going to spray him and shake a coffee can or soda can with coins in it. It's for his own good, raccoons that walk up to people and act friendly with them tend to get shot.
Someone found a rock dove in the ocean. He sounded a bit like a crying dog.
We have some black squirrels. One of them may have hydrocephaly, in which cerebrospinal fluid gets into the skull and causes necrosis and all sorts of developmental issues. In humans, we'd shunt the skull and drain the fluid into the abdominal cavity or something but that isn't practical with squirrels.
A duck was trapped under a turtle pool somehow and got something called capture myopathy, in which the muscles atrophy from underuse and it releases myoglobin and lactic acid, so he's using his wings to walk, but he's smart enough to psyche Tiffany out.
In humans, this tends to be in times of trauma, like in car accidents or earthquakes.
We don't know shit about painkilling in reptiles. All we know is that morphine works and miloxicam probably works. Otherwise, actually sensing pain in reptiles is hard to test, though we do know they feel pain.
Pain is usually the last thing to go with spinal trauma. If you give their hind leg a good pinch, and they yelp or try to run away or bite you, some kind of conscious response to a pain stimulus, they're not doing great but at least they aren't completely fucked up, but if they just twitch, their spinal cord is probably severed.
The mealworm beetles love to eat potatoes. They're too starchy to give to any other animals, so at least we're getting some use out of them instead of throwing out to rot away in some landfill somewhere. Tiffany puts stuff in old gloves but doesn't think they actually like eating vinyl (if you've been reading this since the very beginning, you'll know that not even Cookie Monster will eat galoshes), they just chew it to get at the paper inside.
Tiffany likes to chop up vegetables because it makes her feel like a chef.
I told Priya and Jill about how someone divides the seasons into colors; there's white winter, gray winter, brown spring, green spring, green summer, yellow summer, colorful fall, brown fall.
Priya likes colorful fall but not ugly fall. My favorite season is summer, of course. And I do like September, aside from the fact that everything grinds to a halt and I get depressed because of that.
Julianne's shih tzu is named Scooby but he's the opposite of Scooby. I had a rabbit named Bugs but a. it turned out Bugs was a doe (I had her name picked out before I got her or knew what she looked like) and b. she steadfastly refused to eat carrots.
I told Julianne about my dream in which I had a machine that could transmogrify any object into a carrot and she says that she'd rather have a machine that could transmogrify any object into ice cream or pizza.
I feel like a carrot machine would be more reliable than an ice cream machine or a pizza machine. If you put junk into a carrot machine, you'd get a carrot and going by the Little Golden book with the premise, it might be an oddly shaped and oddly colored carrot but at least it would taste like a carrot, although how it knew what qualities to extract from the objects Bugs and Elmer threw into it I cannot say. But if you threw a chicken and a telephone into an ice cream machine, you might get chicken and telephone ice cream, or it might always produce vanilla ice cream or carrot ice cream or a random ice cream or try to extract qualities of objects and come up with a somewhat traditional flavor based on that, e.g. if you were to toss some pebbles in there, you might get blueberry ice cream.
burning question: if you had a machine that could transmogrify any object into food, what kind of food would you want it to make?
