The Wild Hunt
Jun. 4th, 2013 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaWhen Christina was younger, she went swimming in a lake and was wearing flippers and goggles and was trying to catch ducklings from underneath, but they were too fast for her. Feel free to illustrate somebody doing this.
CUTENESS OVERLOAD!
I got a glimpse of the coyote behind the towel. And the goslings were splashing each other. And a cygnet was using a gosling as a pillow. And there were some more Museum of Bad Art pieces that were maybe brought in after two mondays ago or maybe I just didn't see them, including a turtle-deeraccoonadillo that somebody pieced together out of roadkill. Do I regret not bringing the camera? Not at all. It was too gloomy and too busy because Priya came back from studying in London, where there are raccoons in zoos and she is completely amazed by this fact, and brought the weather with her. I'll bring it next week. And there will be pictures of the turtlified raccoonadillo with deer forelegs.
I didn't realize that shooting was an actual olympics event, I just thought the mascot on Jessica's shirt was just shooting dissidents or something.
The owl is gone, back to the forest.
***
Earlier, in another part of the world, I was completely and utterly astonished to find a copy of The Golden Nineties by Lisa Mason in the room at Mobile Book Fair with out of print books, the spiritual (and literal, apparently) successor to Summer of Love. I was not so astonished to find a book by Clifford Simak, a book by James Blish, and a book by Michael Bishop that I saw but wasn't able to buy last time I was there. I was not astonished to not find The Child Garden or Life During Wartime.
And I'm a bit too late to let Lauren know this, but, yes, there are river manatees in Peru.
***
Hezbollah may be able to occupy Syria, but they won't be able to control it.
Lift up your hearts, the Syrian Arab Army is sundered.
***
and one day between now and May 28, 2013, I had a dream where I was walking through a maze of sandstone pillars with fossilized ammonites in them. And there were glass models of airships that I really wasn't supposed to be touching.
burning question: how do you make your pasta salad? Me, I use elbows or rotini with Italian dressing and lemon juice, black olives, cherry tomatoes, diced peppers, red onions, pepperoni. And some capers for good measure. Not mayonnaise. Maybe even chicken or tuna. But no mayonnaise.
CUTENESS OVERLOAD!
I got a glimpse of the coyote behind the towel. And the goslings were splashing each other. And a cygnet was using a gosling as a pillow. And there were some more Museum of Bad Art pieces that were maybe brought in after two mondays ago or maybe I just didn't see them, including a turtle-deeraccoonadillo that somebody pieced together out of roadkill. Do I regret not bringing the camera? Not at all. It was too gloomy and too busy because Priya came back from studying in London, where there are raccoons in zoos and she is completely amazed by this fact, and brought the weather with her. I'll bring it next week. And there will be pictures of the turtlified raccoonadillo with deer forelegs.
I didn't realize that shooting was an actual olympics event, I just thought the mascot on Jessica's shirt was just shooting dissidents or something.
The owl is gone, back to the forest.
***
Earlier, in another part of the world, I was completely and utterly astonished to find a copy of The Golden Nineties by Lisa Mason in the room at Mobile Book Fair with out of print books, the spiritual (and literal, apparently) successor to Summer of Love. I was not so astonished to find a book by Clifford Simak, a book by James Blish, and a book by Michael Bishop that I saw but wasn't able to buy last time I was there. I was not astonished to not find The Child Garden or Life During Wartime.
And I'm a bit too late to let Lauren know this, but, yes, there are river manatees in Peru.
***
Hezbollah may be able to occupy Syria, but they won't be able to control it.
Lift up your hearts, the Syrian Arab Army is sundered.
***
and one day between now and May 28, 2013, I had a dream where I was walking through a maze of sandstone pillars with fossilized ammonites in them. And there were glass models of airships that I really wasn't supposed to be touching.
burning question: how do you make your pasta salad? Me, I use elbows or rotini with Italian dressing and lemon juice, black olives, cherry tomatoes, diced peppers, red onions, pepperoni. And some capers for good measure. Not mayonnaise. Maybe even chicken or tuna. But no mayonnaise.
