bid time return
Sep. 23rd, 2013 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaAnother quiet and yet amusing day at the Wildlife Center. There was an operation scheduled, involving the removal of bladder stones from a chinchilla, which I either missed or will miss, depending on when you are reading this. A few of us were brandishing tools.
Ian, Jean, and Brody were all amused by this: For those of you who remember the time I wanted to show Melissa some terrible art so she could laugh at how bad they are, the artist/Vox Day supporter accused me of registering on a site she was on. Thing is, this person's registration date, March 7 2004, is right there in fucking black and white. Ian hopes I have access to a time machine at some point in the future. I do too, and this isn't someone with a very common online name and that there are many people who are internet savvy enough to find these things but too malevolently stupid or just simply too unwilling and too expecting of reality to conform to their beliefs rather than allowing their beliefs to conform to reality to see them for what they really are.
Zach invited me to his time travelers' convention sometime in 2012. I made a note of that. I'll be sure to show up.
Ian wants to be a living Voight-Kampff empathy test and thinks Itsy Bitsy's skin looks like a giant condom. Giant in the sense both that it is very large and that it was made for a giant. I stole that joke from Avernum: Escape From The Pit.
somebody said this to Maddie: I think Wisconsin is an island landlocked in a bigger island, protected by the nearby Naval academy at Northern South Dakoda.
Burning question: When's the best time to have a time traveler's convention? I'd say the Cretaceous. There are no indigenous humans so every one of them must be a time traveler.
Ian, Jean, and Brody were all amused by this: For those of you who remember the time I wanted to show Melissa some terrible art so she could laugh at how bad they are, the artist/Vox Day supporter accused me of registering on a site she was on. Thing is, this person's registration date, March 7 2004, is right there in fucking black and white. Ian hopes I have access to a time machine at some point in the future. I do too, and this isn't someone with a very common online name and that there are many people who are internet savvy enough to find these things but too malevolently stupid or just simply too unwilling and too expecting of reality to conform to their beliefs rather than allowing their beliefs to conform to reality to see them for what they really are.
Zach invited me to his time travelers' convention sometime in 2012. I made a note of that. I'll be sure to show up.
Ian wants to be a living Voight-Kampff empathy test and thinks Itsy Bitsy's skin looks like a giant condom. Giant in the sense both that it is very large and that it was made for a giant. I stole that joke from Avernum: Escape From The Pit.
somebody said this to Maddie: I think Wisconsin is an island landlocked in a bigger island, protected by the nearby Naval academy at Northern South Dakoda.
Burning question: When's the best time to have a time traveler's convention? I'd say the Cretaceous. There are no indigenous humans so every one of them must be a time traveler.
