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Jun. 16th, 2014 06:31 pmJust so nobody mixes up their Egypt-related bands.
Isis is post-metal and awesomeness distilled. They're the ones that share their names with the militants.
Nile is a rather heavy death metal band with a thing for ancient Egypt. Unfortunately, they don't actually sing in Egyptian (however, they have three songs in Sumerian). In fact, I can't find anything in Egyptian on Lyrics Wiki and they list Akkadian.
Horus the Avenger is drow testicles and nobody should listen to him and I can't imagine what the hell prompted him to use an Egyptian name. They're related to Hausa and Sara and Beja and Somalis, and Hausa aren't even well-liked on sites like Democratic Underground.
a 110 pound potbellied pig got neutered, and before this, he was sedated via a syringe on a pole. He wasn't very happy about this.
A deer foal came in. Normally, we turn the people who want to bring deer away, but one of this guy's hooves was hanging by a thread (or a tendon), and there was a trail of blood leading from the entrance to radiology. Oh, he couldn't be helped at all.
Rat orchidectomy surgery looks weird.
Another deer came in last weekend. Ian said something about maggots in its flesh. The person who brought the deer understood.
Alec tried to make fries. One of the many many interns compared them to mashed potatoes in a shell. I tried to pick out the ones that looked smaller, thinner, and better-cooked. I think I know what kind of fries he's talking about: they're the ones that are actually really good once you finally finish cooking them.
He dressed as a potato for Tater Day, fell over, said "potato down!" and some 10 year old kid thought that was dirty and kicked him. I wish I could have seen this.
He mistook a chicken for a turkey or a vulture or a turkey vulture because someone pulled a prank on him.
The raccoons got strings of corn on the cob that one of the interns wanted to dye various bright colors. I wondered aloud if raccoons are colorblind.
They got banana peels with frozen stuff inside of them.
Burning question: If phelddagrifs were real, how would we know when we were hallucinating?
Isis is post-metal and awesomeness distilled. They're the ones that share their names with the militants.
Nile is a rather heavy death metal band with a thing for ancient Egypt. Unfortunately, they don't actually sing in Egyptian (however, they have three songs in Sumerian). In fact, I can't find anything in Egyptian on Lyrics Wiki and they list Akkadian.
Horus the Avenger is drow testicles and nobody should listen to him and I can't imagine what the hell prompted him to use an Egyptian name. They're related to Hausa and Sara and Beja and Somalis, and Hausa aren't even well-liked on sites like Democratic Underground.
a 110 pound potbellied pig got neutered, and before this, he was sedated via a syringe on a pole. He wasn't very happy about this.
A deer foal came in. Normally, we turn the people who want to bring deer away, but one of this guy's hooves was hanging by a thread (or a tendon), and there was a trail of blood leading from the entrance to radiology. Oh, he couldn't be helped at all.
Rat orchidectomy surgery looks weird.
Another deer came in last weekend. Ian said something about maggots in its flesh. The person who brought the deer understood.
Alec tried to make fries. One of the many many interns compared them to mashed potatoes in a shell. I tried to pick out the ones that looked smaller, thinner, and better-cooked. I think I know what kind of fries he's talking about: they're the ones that are actually really good once you finally finish cooking them.
He dressed as a potato for Tater Day, fell over, said "potato down!" and some 10 year old kid thought that was dirty and kicked him. I wish I could have seen this.
He mistook a chicken for a turkey or a vulture or a turkey vulture because someone pulled a prank on him.
The raccoons got strings of corn on the cob that one of the interns wanted to dye various bright colors. I wondered aloud if raccoons are colorblind.
They got banana peels with frozen stuff inside of them.
Burning question: If phelddagrifs were real, how would we know when we were hallucinating?