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yamamanama17 days until the Vernal Equinox
I blame the situation in the Crimea. Not DDOS necessarily, but livejournaling for political reasons is normal, not like wordpressing and blogspotting for personal reasons, which can cause you to be exiled to an alternate reality.
but in this one and many other similar realities, Kaz was dealing with the frozen blocks of nasty nasty nasty nasty fish. Not the worst thing I ever smelt; that would be the superworms*, and not the worst thing I've ever seen; that would be the box of putrefied oranges**.
*see A Toothy Grin
**see Goodbye Bright Summer and think about just how distant that goodbye feels.
It was 25 fucking degrees fahrenheit today, and gray and generally shitty. March, as they say, comes in like a Leshach Entite and goes out like a Leshach Entite.
and a bunny needed her eye removed. She was blind in that eye and it had already been infected and was developing glaucoma, which has something to do with pressure, which basically meant that he would snip snip all the muscles attached to the eye and then pull it out and later we'd slice it up and look inside, and then he'd pack that bloody hole with gauze and sew it shut again and I am un chien Andalusia. Tugging at the optic nerve isn't good; the bunny will get bradycardia from that. You'd think it would get tachycardia, but whatever. It's bad. Don't do it. My guess is "bradycardia" means a heart rate of about 200, 225, even 250.
and they had nictitating membranes, and Kaz is wondering just why in the holy fuck we humans don't have them. We both decided we'd do more research on this, and what I learned is that there's a thing called a plica semilunaris, and nictitating membranes are found in lorises and lemurs, or according to another source, only the potto has a nictitating membrane. In other words, it was probably lost early on in a small population pool, and I guess since it isn't actually necessary to have one, the species carried on just fine without it.
and also most spell checks get pissy on "nictitating."
she had Asian candies because it's her birthday but I had to leave so I hope something she eats reminds her of eyeballs.
This thing with the eye reminded Jean of The Fault in Our Stars, which Kaz said can not be called uplifting in any way but I'd imagine it sticks with you, much like This Moment of the Storm or The Keys to December. And I've been meaning to read An Abundance of Katherines, probably when I'm done with Doorways in the Sand and In The Land of Winter.
the cedar waxwings don't seem to care that it feels more like the middle of January than the beginning of March. I can't imagine it being good for them.
I'm completely unfazed by the surgery itself but the way the rabbits eyeball bulges out of its face is freaky.
In Australia, a snake ate a crocodile. It's probably a very desperate snake. Constrictors wrap themselves around their prey, and when the prey breathes in, they squeeze harder and harder until they can no longer breathe. There's evidence that snakes can detect heartbeats, so they don't waste energy crushing an already-dead animal.
There's a meadow vole and it's rather cute, actually.
Someone brought us a dead mouse and wanted to know why it died, and our guess was exposure to the cold.
and there was a pamphlet advocating hazing coyotes. If you see a coyote, scare it off, as long as you don't have it backed into a corner. If they're apprehensive, haze harder. If they do anything but run away, haze harder. Haze all senses. Lights, noise, motion, everything.
I saw this thing on Thought Catalog about the vaguely cancrine arrangement of stars variety of Cancer. I agree that I have a way with words, but I don't always know what to say. Take Celes, for instance. I'm sure both of us would be happier if I didn't convince her to stay on Gamingforce, that the whole drama thing would blow over. Maybe Spatula is right when he says running away won't solve anything. Maybe my reasons are selfish, I don't know.
Miyomi's a bad example. I don't think there was a right thing to say. I think not responding when she decided she'd close down her journal (on GFF, not here) after I had more views than her would have helped, though. After glancing at the situation and noticing that the last time she made a comment in my journal was October of 2006.
Ugh, I edited this and I think I closed the window accidentally so my edit was lost.
burning question: remember when March meant that spring was almost here?
I blame the situation in the Crimea. Not DDOS necessarily, but livejournaling for political reasons is normal, not like wordpressing and blogspotting for personal reasons, which can cause you to be exiled to an alternate reality.
but in this one and many other similar realities, Kaz was dealing with the frozen blocks of nasty nasty nasty nasty fish. Not the worst thing I ever smelt; that would be the superworms*, and not the worst thing I've ever seen; that would be the box of putrefied oranges**.
*see A Toothy Grin
**see Goodbye Bright Summer and think about just how distant that goodbye feels.
It was 25 fucking degrees fahrenheit today, and gray and generally shitty. March, as they say, comes in like a Leshach Entite and goes out like a Leshach Entite.
and a bunny needed her eye removed. She was blind in that eye and it had already been infected and was developing glaucoma, which has something to do with pressure, which basically meant that he would snip snip all the muscles attached to the eye and then pull it out and later we'd slice it up and look inside, and then he'd pack that bloody hole with gauze and sew it shut again and I am un chien Andalusia. Tugging at the optic nerve isn't good; the bunny will get bradycardia from that. You'd think it would get tachycardia, but whatever. It's bad. Don't do it. My guess is "bradycardia" means a heart rate of about 200, 225, even 250.
and they had nictitating membranes, and Kaz is wondering just why in the holy fuck we humans don't have them. We both decided we'd do more research on this, and what I learned is that there's a thing called a plica semilunaris, and nictitating membranes are found in lorises and lemurs, or according to another source, only the potto has a nictitating membrane. In other words, it was probably lost early on in a small population pool, and I guess since it isn't actually necessary to have one, the species carried on just fine without it.
and also most spell checks get pissy on "nictitating."
she had Asian candies because it's her birthday but I had to leave so I hope something she eats reminds her of eyeballs.
This thing with the eye reminded Jean of The Fault in Our Stars, which Kaz said can not be called uplifting in any way but I'd imagine it sticks with you, much like This Moment of the Storm or The Keys to December. And I've been meaning to read An Abundance of Katherines, probably when I'm done with Doorways in the Sand and In The Land of Winter.
the cedar waxwings don't seem to care that it feels more like the middle of January than the beginning of March. I can't imagine it being good for them.
I'm completely unfazed by the surgery itself but the way the rabbits eyeball bulges out of its face is freaky.
In Australia, a snake ate a crocodile. It's probably a very desperate snake. Constrictors wrap themselves around their prey, and when the prey breathes in, they squeeze harder and harder until they can no longer breathe. There's evidence that snakes can detect heartbeats, so they don't waste energy crushing an already-dead animal.
There's a meadow vole and it's rather cute, actually.
Someone brought us a dead mouse and wanted to know why it died, and our guess was exposure to the cold.
and there was a pamphlet advocating hazing coyotes. If you see a coyote, scare it off, as long as you don't have it backed into a corner. If they're apprehensive, haze harder. If they do anything but run away, haze harder. Haze all senses. Lights, noise, motion, everything.
I saw this thing on Thought Catalog about the vaguely cancrine arrangement of stars variety of Cancer. I agree that I have a way with words, but I don't always know what to say. Take Celes, for instance. I'm sure both of us would be happier if I didn't convince her to stay on Gamingforce, that the whole drama thing would blow over. Maybe Spatula is right when he says running away won't solve anything. Maybe my reasons are selfish, I don't know.
Miyomi's a bad example. I don't think there was a right thing to say. I think not responding when she decided she'd close down her journal (on GFF, not here) after I had more views than her would have helped, though. After glancing at the situation and noticing that the last time she made a comment in my journal was October of 2006.
Ugh, I edited this and I think I closed the window accidentally so my edit was lost.
burning question: remember when March meant that spring was almost here?
