the means of reproduction
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yamamanama30 days until the Vernal Equinox
The more I see, the more I think the blogosphere has gotten gradually worse. Listen, Vox wrote a post defending (not quite advocating, I don't think the blogosphere has sunk that low yet) sex trafficking. And one of the Popoli said some things but they're more full of shit than Gene Belcher on Super Bowel Sunday. For one, Serena isn't about me, it's about some guy named Paul Trowe. The other thing she said was just an indecipherable, incoherent mess. Get over yourself, you're not that important.
Anyways, despite my expectations, the wildlife center was open and events included
a. The rather messy spaying of a bunny. There's something that sets rabbit uteri from. I'm not as intimately familiar with the intricacies of the female reproductive system.
And yes, it does look like a ram's head. With blobs of fat on both sides. And apparently, if I thought this was bad, I should see a goat cadaver. Buckets upon buckets of fat.
b. The Grand Reptile Tour, with two groups of people, one of which was a group of two and was led by a tattoo artist who had a scorpion and other things obscured by the sleeves of her coat and was born under the sign of the Impure. The snowy owl was still around and I noticed too late that there's a nice place I can stand and see the owl and not get my shoes covered in snow.
It's funny, Scorpius remains a scorpion in Mayan astronomy, while Aries is the world's least impressive quetzal and Cancer is a dog and Virgo is a peccary and Taurus is an owl. I mean, they didn't have bulls or sheep or goats in 8th century Guatemala, but they did have peccaries and bats and spiders.
It's funny, astrology is the most arbitrary thing ever. Scorpius is Louise Belcher while Aries is Bob Belcher*, or maybe it's the other way around. Anyway, I found this advice for Aries about not thinking of the bad things that happen to you as a consequence of your actions and keeping a positive attitude towards life and not letting fate kick you around while looking for other things and it's good advice, be you Gigas or Condemner or Impure.
Anyway, all this Aries talk is making me want to play Baten Kaitos Origins, but I have about a dozen other games I want to play first. I wrote down a burning question but I'm not going to post it until it's relevant (read: at the end of March or the beginning of April)
Somebody added a flying squirl (sic) to the whiteboard. It looked less like a squirrel and more like a sea slug or a deformed crow or Zodiark, the Keeper of Precepts, and it was saying "weed!"
Someone wanted there to be a way to scan a brain for rabies without actually cutting it open.
*I once asked a burning question about hearing someone talk for so long you start reading things in their voice. Well, I watched so much Bob's Burgers during the last week** that I read somebody's journal entries from 2008 alternating between Gene and Louise and all my thoughts were in Bob's voice.
**it's hard to do much else when you're dealing with weather only Dan Simmons likes.
burning question: If I had l33t haxx0r sk1lz, would Vox Popoli exist?
(I posed this question to Chris years ago in a slightly different form and he said "yes, but only in disco form." Look up Disco Mario on i-Mockery.)
The more I see, the more I think the blogosphere has gotten gradually worse. Listen, Vox wrote a post defending (not quite advocating, I don't think the blogosphere has sunk that low yet) sex trafficking. And one of the Popoli said some things but they're more full of shit than Gene Belcher on Super Bowel Sunday. For one, Serena isn't about me, it's about some guy named Paul Trowe. The other thing she said was just an indecipherable, incoherent mess. Get over yourself, you're not that important.
Anyways, despite my expectations, the wildlife center was open and events included
a. The rather messy spaying of a bunny. There's something that sets rabbit uteri from. I'm not as intimately familiar with the intricacies of the female reproductive system.
And yes, it does look like a ram's head. With blobs of fat on both sides. And apparently, if I thought this was bad, I should see a goat cadaver. Buckets upon buckets of fat.
b. The Grand Reptile Tour, with two groups of people, one of which was a group of two and was led by a tattoo artist who had a scorpion and other things obscured by the sleeves of her coat and was born under the sign of the Impure. The snowy owl was still around and I noticed too late that there's a nice place I can stand and see the owl and not get my shoes covered in snow.
It's funny, Scorpius remains a scorpion in Mayan astronomy, while Aries is the world's least impressive quetzal and Cancer is a dog and Virgo is a peccary and Taurus is an owl. I mean, they didn't have bulls or sheep or goats in 8th century Guatemala, but they did have peccaries and bats and spiders.
It's funny, astrology is the most arbitrary thing ever. Scorpius is Louise Belcher while Aries is Bob Belcher*, or maybe it's the other way around. Anyway, I found this advice for Aries about not thinking of the bad things that happen to you as a consequence of your actions and keeping a positive attitude towards life and not letting fate kick you around while looking for other things and it's good advice, be you Gigas or Condemner or Impure.
Anyway, all this Aries talk is making me want to play Baten Kaitos Origins, but I have about a dozen other games I want to play first. I wrote down a burning question but I'm not going to post it until it's relevant (read: at the end of March or the beginning of April)
Somebody added a flying squirl (sic) to the whiteboard. It looked less like a squirrel and more like a sea slug or a deformed crow or Zodiark, the Keeper of Precepts, and it was saying "weed!"
Someone wanted there to be a way to scan a brain for rabies without actually cutting it open.
*I once asked a burning question about hearing someone talk for so long you start reading things in their voice. Well, I watched so much Bob's Burgers during the last week** that I read somebody's journal entries from 2008 alternating between Gene and Louise and all my thoughts were in Bob's voice.
**it's hard to do much else when you're dealing with weather only Dan Simmons likes.
burning question: If I had l33t haxx0r sk1lz, would Vox Popoli exist?
(I posed this question to Chris years ago in a slightly different form and he said "yes, but only in disco form." Look up Disco Mario on i-Mockery.)
