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yamamanama24 days until the Vernal Equinox
The Polar Vortex is back with a vengeance. If there were this many days left in summer, I'd be feeling it by now. 24 days until the Autumnal Equinox are the kind of days that make you feel that autumn is nigh. I guess that winter has phases but they're all psychological and after the bitterly cold november and december, even the earlier phases make you feel like you're in the last phase where you're (metaphorically rather than literally, which usually happens in the second phase) sick and fucking tired of winter. Spring last year sucked moogle antenna. Summer barely happened. I liken spring to a disastrous relationship. Spring is more beautiful in the winter, and then comes a dreary week at the end of May and you're like "fuck this."
And two days later, no signs of change for at least another week.
***
The guy who wrote the crapfest known as Seda's Story AKA "that creep with an elf fetish" tried to criticize something I wrote. I'm so very sorry and I'll try to keep things to a third grade level next time. I'm not entirely sure what he said about ghouls but I'm pretty sure he wanted them to fit in with the "generic fantasyland" version in which ghouls are ferocious and deadly and not just scavengers. I'm also pretty sure he's never interacted with an actual woman because I've seen people (or at least people in Boston and surrounding environs) contrast expensive jewelry with plastic trinkets or seashells.
Also, he doesn't recognize Ganesha, which is hilarious. In fact, he thought Ganesha is a character from Soul Calibur.
***
Stuff happened, though it was quieter than I'd have liked, despite the fact that we have another red-breasted merganser at the wildlife center. A bunny had mammary cysts or something. Sarcoma, I don't know what. Something goopy and yellowish and there's a science-y word to describe it but I don't remember it. Something precancerous that can be solved with a spaying. They don't need a uterus anyway. My first bunny had a visible mammary tumor but she was eight years old when that happened, not 3½ . Some other people brought their bunnies to be looked at, including a woman with bright neon pink-orangey-yellow hair. Bunnies occasionally have a pigment in their urine caused by their diets (like when we eat beets and our pee is pink) and females are more prone to urinary tract infections.
The bunny's owner is freaked out by snakes so I asked about sharks and ghosts and cancer. I told her about raccoons and then I came home to find a video of a raccoon popping bubble wrap. The only cancer I'm willing to tolerate is Cancer bellianus. Cancer pagurus. Cancer irroratus. Cancer borealis.
There was a different person named Christina who was originally from New Jersey. We ended up in a conversation about memories, how I remember wanting a dog but don't remember life without one, how my earliest memories are of finding a snake in the garden, which may or may not be before finding out I had a new sister, about how I don't remember being born and how people who say they remember being born are imagining things, how I was on international news but it isn't that big a deal because I don't think South Africa had television then, I'm not sure.
and then I was going to say something else (dogs? Madagascar? Timor-Leste? Ghana? how fascism is fashionable in former soviet bloc countries and parts of sub-saharan Africa… maybe I should think of it as christianized Africa, Kenya, the Ustasha, South Sudan, Central African Republic… Greece… France… but not the middle east or the Americas and probably not Asia) but lost it.
I thought she looked familiar but apparently, she interned before I started. Also, I have no problem distinguishing between individual Asians, I just have a problem determining what variety of Asian they are, and that's not including Malaysians and Filipinos. I can barely tell a Filipino from a Zapotec or Ukrainian or Mapuche. I just need to point that out. "An Ukrainian" doesn't sound right.
Monsieur Quaker Parrot is back. His owner said "wait until tomorrow, he won't have all those feathers." It's stress. Ian said some things in French but he didn't actually know what they mean. He thinks it was "thank you." I don't know, I'm still baffled by the gran/grand/grande distinction. I think it's totally arbitrary. If somebody knows, please explain that to me.
burning question: where are their arms and legs? It's not okay!
The Polar Vortex is back with a vengeance. If there were this many days left in summer, I'd be feeling it by now. 24 days until the Autumnal Equinox are the kind of days that make you feel that autumn is nigh. I guess that winter has phases but they're all psychological and after the bitterly cold november and december, even the earlier phases make you feel like you're in the last phase where you're (metaphorically rather than literally, which usually happens in the second phase) sick and fucking tired of winter. Spring last year sucked moogle antenna. Summer barely happened. I liken spring to a disastrous relationship. Spring is more beautiful in the winter, and then comes a dreary week at the end of May and you're like "fuck this."
And two days later, no signs of change for at least another week.
***
The guy who wrote the crapfest known as Seda's Story AKA "that creep with an elf fetish" tried to criticize something I wrote. I'm so very sorry and I'll try to keep things to a third grade level next time. I'm not entirely sure what he said about ghouls but I'm pretty sure he wanted them to fit in with the "generic fantasyland" version in which ghouls are ferocious and deadly and not just scavengers. I'm also pretty sure he's never interacted with an actual woman because I've seen people (or at least people in Boston and surrounding environs) contrast expensive jewelry with plastic trinkets or seashells.
Also, he doesn't recognize Ganesha, which is hilarious. In fact, he thought Ganesha is a character from Soul Calibur.
***
Stuff happened, though it was quieter than I'd have liked, despite the fact that we have another red-breasted merganser at the wildlife center. A bunny had mammary cysts or something. Sarcoma, I don't know what. Something goopy and yellowish and there's a science-y word to describe it but I don't remember it. Something precancerous that can be solved with a spaying. They don't need a uterus anyway. My first bunny had a visible mammary tumor but she was eight years old when that happened, not 3½ . Some other people brought their bunnies to be looked at, including a woman with bright neon pink-orangey-yellow hair. Bunnies occasionally have a pigment in their urine caused by their diets (like when we eat beets and our pee is pink) and females are more prone to urinary tract infections.
The bunny's owner is freaked out by snakes so I asked about sharks and ghosts and cancer. I told her about raccoons and then I came home to find a video of a raccoon popping bubble wrap. The only cancer I'm willing to tolerate is Cancer bellianus. Cancer pagurus. Cancer irroratus. Cancer borealis.
There was a different person named Christina who was originally from New Jersey. We ended up in a conversation about memories, how I remember wanting a dog but don't remember life without one, how my earliest memories are of finding a snake in the garden, which may or may not be before finding out I had a new sister, about how I don't remember being born and how people who say they remember being born are imagining things, how I was on international news but it isn't that big a deal because I don't think South Africa had television then, I'm not sure.
and then I was going to say something else (dogs? Madagascar? Timor-Leste? Ghana? how fascism is fashionable in former soviet bloc countries and parts of sub-saharan Africa… maybe I should think of it as christianized Africa, Kenya, the Ustasha, South Sudan, Central African Republic… Greece… France… but not the middle east or the Americas and probably not Asia) but lost it.
I thought she looked familiar but apparently, she interned before I started. Also, I have no problem distinguishing between individual Asians, I just have a problem determining what variety of Asian they are, and that's not including Malaysians and Filipinos. I can barely tell a Filipino from a Zapotec or Ukrainian or Mapuche. I just need to point that out. "An Ukrainian" doesn't sound right.
Monsieur Quaker Parrot is back. His owner said "wait until tomorrow, he won't have all those feathers." It's stress. Ian said some things in French but he didn't actually know what they mean. He thinks it was "thank you." I don't know, I'm still baffled by the gran/grand/grande distinction. I think it's totally arbitrary. If somebody knows, please explain that to me.
burning question: where are their arms and legs? It's not okay!
