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Jan. 9th, 2018 04:10 pm69 days until the vernal equinox
This fragile peace with Ashley is really coming at the cost of my own mental health. I'm not sure if she's avoiding me because she's uncomfortable or she's avoiding me because I'm very visibly and audibly uncomfrortable but if it's the latter I do appreciate her efforts but they're misguided at best. It's probably the former because I doubt she even noticed. I said "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were in here." For most of the night, I felt as if my heart and stomach and intestines were filled with vomiting butterflies but they were somehow holding me aloft and I felt heavier than ether but lighter than air.
Chantel's brother's girlfriend has a pet pig.
Sara brought up a teacher who raised chickens and asked her students to name the chicks. Sometimes they chose cute names like fluffy and chirpy and sometimes they use names like bacon and scrambled and nugget.
I had dreams about rooftop raves and flying spotted manta rays and octopus facehuggers and sand gardens and seagulls of the ocean depths.
Trying to listen to songs on Myspace is like trying to download files from those file-transferring websites. In fact, I don't even know if the music files exist on Myspace's servers anymore or if they're just linking to Youtube.
Meanwhile, on the Cape, they had two turkey vultures whose wings were encased in ice.
At the main place, in my 22 day absence, they got a new fish bucket which thankfully I did not have to prepare, along with two new interns. Eliza has a shih tzu while Isabella has a yellow lab mix. One of the dogs is named Violet and I'm pretty sure it's the lab mix. I didn't get the best opportunity to get to know Julia because Christmas and New Years Day always fall on the same day of the week, that being a monday in this case, and I wanted to come in last Friday but there was the blizzard last Thursday, which for me started out as rain and then blizzarded when it was above freezing so it didn't accumulate as much but then everything froze on Friday, but she says she might be back in the summer.
At least my year at the wildlife center got off to a good start. It was cold, but not infernally cold. You want to know how cold it was? We had Falco and the other outdoor guys inside. Emily was like "he's not used to sharing a room. What circle of hell is this?" And my response is "The ninth one, obviously."
We have a big brown bat, three swans, seven geese, a duck, a white-winged scoter, a couple of hawks, a screech owl, something in superquiet that may or may not be the sora, the baby turtles and brumating snake, a few domestic rodos, some kind of wild mouse.
Emily was singing a song with the lyrics "take me away to a place without any geese. NO GEESE." Julia observed that she's obessed with that song. I don't know what song she's referring to.
We should be releasing the waterfowl soon if we find any ponds that are in a liquid state and have some geese that haven't migrated, or at least we're going to shove about three of them in the outdoor duck enclosure. Want to know how cold it is? Somebody brought Falco inside.
Christine says that one of the swans has only half a liver and the gods know what else in there, and she doesn't want to release it, she wants to take it apart and see what's going on in it, and thinks its parents were also identical twins.
But swans are invasive. So if we did release them in the wild, and they start breeding, and other swans get these genetic defects and then get eaten by coyotes, it would cut down on the swan population.
Emily wanted to feed
Emily wrangled the swan and said "no wing-punching allowed." It knocked a bunch of things to the floor.
The screech owl escaped Julia's grasp and flew around the room.
On the other hand, Oprah said something about running for president and I'm pretty sure that means the presidential primary will be between Oprah, Kanye West, and Mark Zuckerberg. Julia says "kill me." Emily blames Trump and says we need some kind of standards of just who can become president.
Christine's class watched Shrek when they were reading the Lord of the Flies because I guess they're both allegories. They're not even the same thing and if anything, they should have watched the Simpsons episode.
They were talking about a movie called Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron and The Aristocats and a new Tarzan movie in which an army of evil genetically modified gorillas attack his family or something. Brass instruments overwhelm Christine. Christine found Blade Runner really unsettling throughout.
Emily speaks some French, Eliza speaks some Latin, Julia speaks a bit of Spanish and so does Isabella.
Emily wanted to know if scoters had crops because this one vomited after she fed and medicated it and autofill had things like "do scoters need insurance?" and "do scoters have vn titles?"
Emily said that gorilla penises are only an inch long.
Julia asked if anyone's seen an echidna's penis because they look like a baby's fist. Hm, maybe all the NSFW fan art of Knuckles the Echidna is on Tumblr now.
Jen brought up duck shit bingo and says we should do that with the geese.
It doesn't work with swans, says Emily, because their shits will cover up the entire board.
Emily learned that geese and swans are capable of shitting as they walk.
Julia says that toucan skeletons look ridiculous. Like someone found some pieces of something else and shoved them on and said "this fits."
Christine noticed the creepy owl hanging above the table. It's made from turkey feathers and nightmares, she says. She took a picture of it and made sure to get the horrifying spider eyes. That thing is against the geneva convention (she said Warsaw Pact and then tried to justify it by saying it's communist because it's made of all different kinds of feathers). She called it collective punishment.
Christine brought up Zoroastrian funerals. Since bodies are unclean, they can't bury them or they'll impurify the Earth. They can't burninate them because it will impurify the fire and the particles will get everywhere and impurify everything. They can't shoot them into space because it will impurify space. So they just build these temples and vultures will come eat the bodies. The Tibetans and Nepalis do something similar, except it's because the ground is rocky and hard and suitable wood for funeral pyres is scarce.
Anyway, this practice is dying out because the vultures are.
Greg says it was some kind of pinata. Great, so there are probably zombie scorpions inside. It just appeared one day.
There's a type of duck that eats its own feathers and Christine suggested feeeding it to one of those ducks that eats their own feathers.
I could hardly breathe I was laughing so hard and even when I left 30 minutes later, I was in tears.
Most people were eating rice. Eliza wasn't; she was eating some kind of chocolate cereal. Julia wasn't; she was eating ground beef and pasta. I wasn't. Emily was eating a piece of meat with her hands because all she had was a plastic knife and it couldn't cut shit, figuratively and possibly even literally. I told Emily that it was the No Emilys Club but she could join us because we're allowed to have one, like Homer Glumplich. In fact, I'm pretty sure that the college I went to was run by the Ancient Mystic Society of No Ashleys. Isabella was eating some veggies and brown rice and thought that she didn't cook it enough because it felt like she was eating iron ore.
Raptors (Milvus and Falco but not Aquila or Ciconia (not actually a raptor)) in Australia are arsonists. They'll take a burning branch from a brush fire, take it to some grass that isn't on fire, and then drop the branch and eat the prey animals as they try to escape.
Emily says she remembers March coming in like a lion and out like a lamb, and she remembers warm Aprils. Spring no longer exists, she says.
She hates March because she never knows if it's going to be cold or mild-ish. And she hates when snow melts and then freezes again and it turns everything into a skating rink.
Emily's 18 and yes that does matter. For what it's worth, I remember a couple of warm Aprils in her lifetime. I remember back when I was in high school, there was a 92°F day in mid-April, and I remember one year in which Easter fell early but it was really warm despite that, and I remember that one year in which a vaguely-themed Easter episode of the Simpsons aired and it was warm that day. I read a work of online fiction written by someone in southeastern Massachusetts and set in Plymouth with its serial numbers filed off and transposed to Rhode Island and written at the end 2009 set on a warm April morning and I remember that spring being mostly cold but with a few warm days, including one day in which it reached 90 in Bridgewater. So maybe it's like Christmas and snow. It's just popular misconceptions altering our memories.
burning question: why does everyone in Termina crap on Deku Scrubs?
This fragile peace with Ashley is really coming at the cost of my own mental health. I'm not sure if she's avoiding me because she's uncomfortable or she's avoiding me because I'm very visibly and audibly uncomfrortable but if it's the latter I do appreciate her efforts but they're misguided at best. It's probably the former because I doubt she even noticed. I said "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were in here." For most of the night, I felt as if my heart and stomach and intestines were filled with vomiting butterflies but they were somehow holding me aloft and I felt heavier than ether but lighter than air.
Chantel's brother's girlfriend has a pet pig.
Sara brought up a teacher who raised chickens and asked her students to name the chicks. Sometimes they chose cute names like fluffy and chirpy and sometimes they use names like bacon and scrambled and nugget.
I had dreams about rooftop raves and flying spotted manta rays and octopus facehuggers and sand gardens and seagulls of the ocean depths.
Trying to listen to songs on Myspace is like trying to download files from those file-transferring websites. In fact, I don't even know if the music files exist on Myspace's servers anymore or if they're just linking to Youtube.
Meanwhile, on the Cape, they had two turkey vultures whose wings were encased in ice.
At the main place, in my 22 day absence, they got a new fish bucket which thankfully I did not have to prepare, along with two new interns. Eliza has a shih tzu while Isabella has a yellow lab mix. One of the dogs is named Violet and I'm pretty sure it's the lab mix. I didn't get the best opportunity to get to know Julia because Christmas and New Years Day always fall on the same day of the week, that being a monday in this case, and I wanted to come in last Friday but there was the blizzard last Thursday, which for me started out as rain and then blizzarded when it was above freezing so it didn't accumulate as much but then everything froze on Friday, but she says she might be back in the summer.
At least my year at the wildlife center got off to a good start. It was cold, but not infernally cold. You want to know how cold it was? We had Falco and the other outdoor guys inside. Emily was like "he's not used to sharing a room. What circle of hell is this?" And my response is "The ninth one, obviously."
We have a big brown bat, three swans, seven geese, a duck, a white-winged scoter, a couple of hawks, a screech owl, something in superquiet that may or may not be the sora, the baby turtles and brumating snake, a few domestic rodos, some kind of wild mouse.
Emily was singing a song with the lyrics "take me away to a place without any geese. NO GEESE." Julia observed that she's obessed with that song. I don't know what song she's referring to.
We should be releasing the waterfowl soon if we find any ponds that are in a liquid state and have some geese that haven't migrated, or at least we're going to shove about three of them in the outdoor duck enclosure. Want to know how cold it is? Somebody brought Falco inside.
Christine says that one of the swans has only half a liver and the gods know what else in there, and she doesn't want to release it, she wants to take it apart and see what's going on in it, and thinks its parents were also identical twins.
But swans are invasive. So if we did release them in the wild, and they start breeding, and other swans get these genetic defects and then get eaten by coyotes, it would cut down on the swan population.
Emily wanted to feed
Emily wrangled the swan and said "no wing-punching allowed." It knocked a bunch of things to the floor.
The screech owl escaped Julia's grasp and flew around the room.
On the other hand, Oprah said something about running for president and I'm pretty sure that means the presidential primary will be between Oprah, Kanye West, and Mark Zuckerberg. Julia says "kill me." Emily blames Trump and says we need some kind of standards of just who can become president.
Christine's class watched Shrek when they were reading the Lord of the Flies because I guess they're both allegories. They're not even the same thing and if anything, they should have watched the Simpsons episode.
They were talking about a movie called Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron and The Aristocats and a new Tarzan movie in which an army of evil genetically modified gorillas attack his family or something. Brass instruments overwhelm Christine. Christine found Blade Runner really unsettling throughout.
Emily speaks some French, Eliza speaks some Latin, Julia speaks a bit of Spanish and so does Isabella.
Emily wanted to know if scoters had crops because this one vomited after she fed and medicated it and autofill had things like "do scoters need insurance?" and "do scoters have vn titles?"
Emily said that gorilla penises are only an inch long.
Julia asked if anyone's seen an echidna's penis because they look like a baby's fist. Hm, maybe all the NSFW fan art of Knuckles the Echidna is on Tumblr now.
Jen brought up duck shit bingo and says we should do that with the geese.
It doesn't work with swans, says Emily, because their shits will cover up the entire board.
Emily learned that geese and swans are capable of shitting as they walk.
Julia says that toucan skeletons look ridiculous. Like someone found some pieces of something else and shoved them on and said "this fits."
Christine noticed the creepy owl hanging above the table. It's made from turkey feathers and nightmares, she says. She took a picture of it and made sure to get the horrifying spider eyes. That thing is against the geneva convention (she said Warsaw Pact and then tried to justify it by saying it's communist because it's made of all different kinds of feathers). She called it collective punishment.
Christine brought up Zoroastrian funerals. Since bodies are unclean, they can't bury them or they'll impurify the Earth. They can't burninate them because it will impurify the fire and the particles will get everywhere and impurify everything. They can't shoot them into space because it will impurify space. So they just build these temples and vultures will come eat the bodies. The Tibetans and Nepalis do something similar, except it's because the ground is rocky and hard and suitable wood for funeral pyres is scarce.
Anyway, this practice is dying out because the vultures are.
Greg says it was some kind of pinata. Great, so there are probably zombie scorpions inside. It just appeared one day.
There's a type of duck that eats its own feathers and Christine suggested feeeding it to one of those ducks that eats their own feathers.
I could hardly breathe I was laughing so hard and even when I left 30 minutes later, I was in tears.
Most people were eating rice. Eliza wasn't; she was eating some kind of chocolate cereal. Julia wasn't; she was eating ground beef and pasta. I wasn't. Emily was eating a piece of meat with her hands because all she had was a plastic knife and it couldn't cut shit, figuratively and possibly even literally. I told Emily that it was the No Emilys Club but she could join us because we're allowed to have one, like Homer Glumplich. In fact, I'm pretty sure that the college I went to was run by the Ancient Mystic Society of No Ashleys. Isabella was eating some veggies and brown rice and thought that she didn't cook it enough because it felt like she was eating iron ore.
Raptors (Milvus and Falco but not Aquila or Ciconia (not actually a raptor)) in Australia are arsonists. They'll take a burning branch from a brush fire, take it to some grass that isn't on fire, and then drop the branch and eat the prey animals as they try to escape.
Emily says she remembers March coming in like a lion and out like a lamb, and she remembers warm Aprils. Spring no longer exists, she says.
She hates March because she never knows if it's going to be cold or mild-ish. And she hates when snow melts and then freezes again and it turns everything into a skating rink.
Emily's 18 and yes that does matter. For what it's worth, I remember a couple of warm Aprils in her lifetime. I remember back when I was in high school, there was a 92°F day in mid-April, and I remember one year in which Easter fell early but it was really warm despite that, and I remember that one year in which a vaguely-themed Easter episode of the Simpsons aired and it was warm that day. I read a work of online fiction written by someone in southeastern Massachusetts and set in Plymouth with its serial numbers filed off and transposed to Rhode Island and written at the end 2009 set on a warm April morning and I remember that spring being mostly cold but with a few warm days, including one day in which it reached 90 in Bridgewater. So maybe it's like Christmas and snow. It's just popular misconceptions altering our memories.
burning question: why does everyone in Termina crap on Deku Scrubs?
