the rain was once a cloud
Nov. 24th, 2014 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaIt's a warm day (warm by November standards, at 65ºF; I had my sleeves rolled up while taking things out to the TrashCo) stuck between two polar vortices or something, and a very wet one.
I swear, the cold comes earlier and earlier every year and leaves later and later.
I thought the goose was unusually grumpy even by goose standards but Jean didn't think so.
The rabbit we had is walking all lopsided like.
A woman named Ally brought a rabbit she found twitching on the side of the road. It looked pretty healthy, so it's probably going to get released.
The owners of a sugar glider that was apparently mentioned on their Facebook page showed up to buy some things from the store. I say apparently because while I do follow the wildlife center on Facebook, Facebook has zero interest in ordering things chronologically or making all posts I follow visible on my feed, and while I do follow the wildlife center on Twitter, it probably got buried underneath all the science and feminism on my twitter feed.
A chinchilla got neutered. He had a human name, probably Fred or Johnny or Bill.
Fox is threatening to drop from Fios. I think they want more money, and they're expecting people to drop Fios, but I think what they're going to get is piracy. It's like Amazon; with physical copies of, say, The Well of Echoes, you can import them or you can have friends who live outside the US buy them for you, with electronic editions that you can't get in your country, you're fucked.
Jessica thought the pirated edition of Harry Potter was done by hand. I suspect Amazon grabs pirated copies from whatever sites and sells them.
Nina hates pedal sinks. I can understand why they're there: to minimize unnecessary touching of things that might be harboring bacteria, but Nina tends to press the pedals without meaning to. And we have bags for the autoclave that we could fit the autoclave in. Okay, not really. That's called an exaggeration. They were expired as well as stupidly large so into the TrashCo they went. Nina was breathing into one, wondering how it could possibly keep things sterile.
By the way, Facebook, in their infinite wisdom, decided they'd change the URLs for their images. So I'll probably have to go fix a bunch of things.
Burning Question: Is there a medical term for a terminal lack of self-awareness?
I swear, the cold comes earlier and earlier every year and leaves later and later.
I thought the goose was unusually grumpy even by goose standards but Jean didn't think so.
The rabbit we had is walking all lopsided like.
A woman named Ally brought a rabbit she found twitching on the side of the road. It looked pretty healthy, so it's probably going to get released.
The owners of a sugar glider that was apparently mentioned on their Facebook page showed up to buy some things from the store. I say apparently because while I do follow the wildlife center on Facebook, Facebook has zero interest in ordering things chronologically or making all posts I follow visible on my feed, and while I do follow the wildlife center on Twitter, it probably got buried underneath all the science and feminism on my twitter feed.
A chinchilla got neutered. He had a human name, probably Fred or Johnny or Bill.
Fox is threatening to drop from Fios. I think they want more money, and they're expecting people to drop Fios, but I think what they're going to get is piracy. It's like Amazon; with physical copies of, say, The Well of Echoes, you can import them or you can have friends who live outside the US buy them for you, with electronic editions that you can't get in your country, you're fucked.
Jessica thought the pirated edition of Harry Potter was done by hand. I suspect Amazon grabs pirated copies from whatever sites and sells them.
Nina hates pedal sinks. I can understand why they're there: to minimize unnecessary touching of things that might be harboring bacteria, but Nina tends to press the pedals without meaning to. And we have bags for the autoclave that we could fit the autoclave in. Okay, not really. That's called an exaggeration. They were expired as well as stupidly large so into the TrashCo they went. Nina was breathing into one, wondering how it could possibly keep things sterile.
By the way, Facebook, in their infinite wisdom, decided they'd change the URLs for their images. So I'll probably have to go fix a bunch of things.
Burning Question: Is there a medical term for a terminal lack of self-awareness?
