hearts in antarctica
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yamamanamaWoke up at 5 am, spent about 20 minutes on and off the toilet trying to shit, woke up late. Anticipating a snowstorm, dreading fierce winds. A far colder day than any day in late March has any right to be. Maybe it's not March at all, but Smarch. I'm only posting this after midnight because Shel Silverstein wrote a poem about today.
No one's hangin' stockin's up,
no one's bakin' pie.
no one's lookin' up to see
a new star in the sky.
No one's talkin' brotherhood
No one's givin' gifts
And no one loves a Christmas tree
on March the twenty-fifth.
Or if I think of anything new, which I just did: there's a port of M.C. Kids for the Amiga, in which the titular kids have been replaced by middle aged men in way too tight shorts.
***
I got to see the fox get his morning meds. So cuuuute. Everyone had to wear masks around them because at that age, they bond easily to people, and if they bond to humans, it's even harder to integrate them into the wild. Crows are like that too, for "some reason."
And they sound like laughing dogs or hyenas or dogs imitating bird calls.
I didn't take this picture. It was on their website.
The story is as follows: the mother was hit by a car, some babies were killed trying to venture out on their own, and animal control brought one of them to us. A few days later, they found one of his siblings still alive, and we have her too.
A woman with some rather cool tattoos brought her pet pig, that I thought was a cat at first because I saw him from behind and he was black-furred.
He seemed to suffer from an excess of norepinephrine (he screamed like a heavily processed child when we put him on the surgery table) and was suffering from an excess of testosterone. He's actually terrorizing the dogs, and they're no small dogs.
Pigs are intelligent and I bet he wanted everyone to feel like they're the worst people in the world.
Pigs have tough scrotal skin, apparently. I don't know, I wasn't the one administering the analgesics.
Waffle was sniffing the pig and the pig was wagging his tail too.
***
Ian and I were talking about cat names and he determined that Sodapop is borderline twee. Twee, but not excessively so, in other words. I know she has other cats but all I can remember is Sodapop. He knows someone who has a cat named Bean but it's not the Bean I know about. My mom had Clorox and Ajax. And some other soap/solid detergent/liquid detergent brand, I feel like it's one that's no longer in production. And then something like Lucky. He brought up punny names, I don't actually remember what it was, and then I mentioned Catalina. I don't remember my friend's other cat, but I do remember Catalina. I don't think she's alive; she's older than I am. Jean has a cat name Ali, because he has multiple thumbs and big hands.
But no, I've never met anyone who's cat has an excessively ornate and obnoxiously twee name, like Miranda Princess de Pink Nose or whatever, which is even worse than simply obnoxiously ornately twee, because the syntax is broken too.
I know of a ferret named Ferret Bueller and I think the Wildlife Center would call him Ferret Bueller Kendell. I'm convinced we've had at least one Ferret Bueller come in.
One of our past patients is a boa constrictor by the name of Cobrastrike II. You say it that way, it sounds like a movie. Preferably with a snake slithering through a model town, and unconvincing rubber snakes. Or maybe the Cobrastrike is a metaphor, and it's about an insurrection in Guatemala.
The doorknob to the reptile room has not been fixed, but at least there's some tape in there so nobody locks themselves in.
Christina was saying "don't lick the towels. I know fox poop has an exotic flavor to it, but don't." I'm paraphrasing here. Then she made fun of the anti-vaccers and their spurious study that vaccines cause autism, because the pig needed shots for tetanus and a pig-to-pig (aka interpig) disease that manifests as diamond-shaped lesions. Eryspielas is its name but not my current "mood," because it's caused by something else (a streptococcus, if you're wondering), it's not a genus of bacteria or any other parasite.
I'd ask a question about cat pajamas or Signor Beaverotti, but look where the sun is (also, winter-slaying duties should be stripped from the gigas Belias and given to Ultima or Zeromus instead). There's a theme.
burning question: Who throws barrels at people? What are you, some giant monkey who's made off with a pretty wench?
No one's hangin' stockin's up,
no one's bakin' pie.
no one's lookin' up to see
a new star in the sky.
No one's talkin' brotherhood
No one's givin' gifts
And no one loves a Christmas tree
on March the twenty-fifth.
Or if I think of anything new, which I just did: there's a port of M.C. Kids for the Amiga, in which the titular kids have been replaced by middle aged men in way too tight shorts.
***
I got to see the fox get his morning meds. So cuuuute. Everyone had to wear masks around them because at that age, they bond easily to people, and if they bond to humans, it's even harder to integrate them into the wild. Crows are like that too, for "some reason."
And they sound like laughing dogs or hyenas or dogs imitating bird calls.
I didn't take this picture. It was on their website.
The story is as follows: the mother was hit by a car, some babies were killed trying to venture out on their own, and animal control brought one of them to us. A few days later, they found one of his siblings still alive, and we have her too.
A woman with some rather cool tattoos brought her pet pig, that I thought was a cat at first because I saw him from behind and he was black-furred.
He seemed to suffer from an excess of norepinephrine (he screamed like a heavily processed child when we put him on the surgery table) and was suffering from an excess of testosterone. He's actually terrorizing the dogs, and they're no small dogs.
Pigs are intelligent and I bet he wanted everyone to feel like they're the worst people in the world.
Pigs have tough scrotal skin, apparently. I don't know, I wasn't the one administering the analgesics.
Waffle was sniffing the pig and the pig was wagging his tail too.
***
Ian and I were talking about cat names and he determined that Sodapop is borderline twee. Twee, but not excessively so, in other words. I know she has other cats but all I can remember is Sodapop. He knows someone who has a cat named Bean but it's not the Bean I know about. My mom had Clorox and Ajax. And some other soap/solid detergent/liquid detergent brand, I feel like it's one that's no longer in production. And then something like Lucky. He brought up punny names, I don't actually remember what it was, and then I mentioned Catalina. I don't remember my friend's other cat, but I do remember Catalina. I don't think she's alive; she's older than I am. Jean has a cat name Ali, because he has multiple thumbs and big hands.
But no, I've never met anyone who's cat has an excessively ornate and obnoxiously twee name, like Miranda Princess de Pink Nose or whatever, which is even worse than simply obnoxiously ornately twee, because the syntax is broken too.
I know of a ferret named Ferret Bueller and I think the Wildlife Center would call him Ferret Bueller Kendell. I'm convinced we've had at least one Ferret Bueller come in.
One of our past patients is a boa constrictor by the name of Cobrastrike II. You say it that way, it sounds like a movie. Preferably with a snake slithering through a model town, and unconvincing rubber snakes. Or maybe the Cobrastrike is a metaphor, and it's about an insurrection in Guatemala.
The doorknob to the reptile room has not been fixed, but at least there's some tape in there so nobody locks themselves in.
Christina was saying "don't lick the towels. I know fox poop has an exotic flavor to it, but don't." I'm paraphrasing here. Then she made fun of the anti-vaccers and their spurious study that vaccines cause autism, because the pig needed shots for tetanus and a pig-to-pig (aka interpig) disease that manifests as diamond-shaped lesions. Eryspielas is its name but not my current "mood," because it's caused by something else (a streptococcus, if you're wondering), it's not a genus of bacteria or any other parasite.
I'd ask a question about cat pajamas or Signor Beaverotti, but look where the sun is (also, winter-slaying duties should be stripped from the gigas Belias and given to Ultima or Zeromus instead). There's a theme.
burning question: Who throws barrels at people? What are you, some giant monkey who's made off with a pretty wench?
