after many a summer dies the swan
Sep. 21st, 2015 07:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI had a Rick and Morty marathon to restore emotional equilibrium the other day (these things are beyond my control. I think she might be sick. For now, I feel like I've lost contact with someone who might have a crush on me). At first, I thought Rebecca was talking about one of the creatures in Mrs. Pancakes' dream but as the marathon went on, I saw the episode where Rick makes the love potion so that Jessica will fall in love with Morty but it fuses with the flu virus so he needs to use an even more powerful flu virus with mantis DNA in it to cure them but instead it turns everyone into mantis people. I'm positive that's what Rebecca was thinking of.
Also, I got into the band Belly because the song Seal My Fate was on the episode where Rick makes their cable pick up TV shows from every reality, I got into Rick and Morty because Rebecca told me, and I talked to Rebecca because she looked like Emma.
It's funny how things work out.
Instead of dreaming about Rick and Morty or Kate, I dreamt I was in a huge beaux arts city and a museum like a cross between the tactical warship Merkaba and the museum of natural history.
Yeah… Shadowdancer Duskstar is pretty much quoting and supporting someone who says "diversity = white genocide." Or multiple people, anyway.
ISIS released a kill list of US cities and for some reason, there are only two major cities on there, and there's Colorado Springs, which is the Vatican for the evangelical movement and I'm sure there are many people who have, at one time or another, thought about using a doomsday device on Colorado Springs, and a bunch of places I seriously doubt anyone outside of those places have heard of. I mean, seriously. Cheney, Washington has slightly less people than Pepperell. Colton, Washington has 418 people, and it's not near anything, and there's nothing there. This isn't even "throw darts at a map" territory.
Or maybe it's some kind of agitprop and/or hoax.
I then dreamt in which I was at an Atlas Lab concert but I got scammed out of ten dollars but they let me see them anyway but I woke up before they actually played their set. I'm not sure what the other band played but it was probably Belly or Helicopter Helicopter or Letters to Cleo.
I'm actually not sure if any swans died. One of the cedar waxwings did, and a few others did. We got a raccoon that was really messed up (its femur or something was sticking out) so we had no choice but to put it down.
A harrier grabbed a sanderling and when the sanderling struggled, he looked around for fellow raptors and not seeing any, he pinned the sanderling's head underwater and drowned it.
On the other hand, we've (not we as in the wildlife center but we as in humans) trained sea otters to use inhalers when smoke is aggravating their asthma. That was our especially good news because Jean's coffee spilt.
So I must have stepped into an alternate reality because apparently cat mysteries are a big thing.
Seriously, we need a real life murder mystery at the wildlife center: all the flies are dead. Spoiler alert: a cat did it and he is sentenced to be petted.
Even more seriously, there are a dozen cat mystery novels by at least four different people in the wildlife center's bookstore.
Jumpy the Chinchilla got more dentistry. She's around 12 years old so her teeth are messed up.
Summer always feels squandered, no matter what you do, and even if I didn't get sick, I was literally unable to go to every concert and art event I wanted to go to.
burning question: What the hell? Why would Mr. Goldenfold's dream version of Mrs. Pancakes' dream version of a centaur be dreaming about a scary place like this, Rick?
Also, I got into the band Belly because the song Seal My Fate was on the episode where Rick makes their cable pick up TV shows from every reality, I got into Rick and Morty because Rebecca told me, and I talked to Rebecca because she looked like Emma.
It's funny how things work out.
Instead of dreaming about Rick and Morty or Kate, I dreamt I was in a huge beaux arts city and a museum like a cross between the tactical warship Merkaba and the museum of natural history.
Yeah… Shadowdancer Duskstar is pretty much quoting and supporting someone who says "diversity = white genocide." Or multiple people, anyway.
ISIS released a kill list of US cities and for some reason, there are only two major cities on there, and there's Colorado Springs, which is the Vatican for the evangelical movement and I'm sure there are many people who have, at one time or another, thought about using a doomsday device on Colorado Springs, and a bunch of places I seriously doubt anyone outside of those places have heard of. I mean, seriously. Cheney, Washington has slightly less people than Pepperell. Colton, Washington has 418 people, and it's not near anything, and there's nothing there. This isn't even "throw darts at a map" territory.
Or maybe it's some kind of agitprop and/or hoax.
I then dreamt in which I was at an Atlas Lab concert but I got scammed out of ten dollars but they let me see them anyway but I woke up before they actually played their set. I'm not sure what the other band played but it was probably Belly or Helicopter Helicopter or Letters to Cleo.
I'm actually not sure if any swans died. One of the cedar waxwings did, and a few others did. We got a raccoon that was really messed up (its femur or something was sticking out) so we had no choice but to put it down.
A harrier grabbed a sanderling and when the sanderling struggled, he looked around for fellow raptors and not seeing any, he pinned the sanderling's head underwater and drowned it.
On the other hand, we've (not we as in the wildlife center but we as in humans) trained sea otters to use inhalers when smoke is aggravating their asthma. That was our especially good news because Jean's coffee spilt.
So I must have stepped into an alternate reality because apparently cat mysteries are a big thing.
Seriously, we need a real life murder mystery at the wildlife center: all the flies are dead. Spoiler alert: a cat did it and he is sentenced to be petted.
Even more seriously, there are a dozen cat mystery novels by at least four different people in the wildlife center's bookstore.
Jumpy the Chinchilla got more dentistry. She's around 12 years old so her teeth are messed up.
Summer always feels squandered, no matter what you do, and even if I didn't get sick, I was literally unable to go to every concert and art event I wanted to go to.
burning question: What the hell? Why would Mr. Goldenfold's dream version of Mrs. Pancakes' dream version of a centaur be dreaming about a scary place like this, Rick?
