I hide in the sky
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yamamanamaA finch escaped into the ceiling because one of the tiles was missing, and unfortunately, it's one of those ceilings that runs the whole length of the hospital area.
Jacob told Sarah that she should go get it because she's small.
Caitlin and I looked up there with a phone flashlight and saw nothing, though we've heard him. We left some millet and some seeds out for him in case he comes back but if he doesn't, we might just close it back up to prevent other birds from flying up there and getting stuck. Strange things have happened, and no, that piscivore diet stuck to the ceiling is not a strange occurrence.
Billie's probably wondering why there's a ladder there. Or whatever her name is. All I know is it's a. one of those names that used to be masculine and b. it's not Ashley. I know that's probably the first name you think of when you think of formerly masculine names that are now feminine but it's not Ashley.
So, what happened with the other ceiling tile, the dirty one, is that someone was tube feeding an animal and it got kinked or something and the stuff just built up until it burst like a flower blossom, says Jacob. A corpse flower, of course.
Meanwhile, purple was going nuts.
We were doing physio on a rodo and Primrose told us about when it was dark in the woods and and Shorty freaked out and had his tail between his legs because Daisy and Teddy were like The Hounds of the Baskervilles.
Zack has two oscar fish: The Grouch and De La Hoya.
The squirrel stuffed himself inside a glove box. Someone else never noticed how thin their actual tails were until now.
Caitlin (?) doesn't speak that language and doesn't know Starbucks sizes. I'm bewildered that, of grande, venti, and trenta, grande is the smallest of the three.
Venti is Italian for twenty and Latin for wind, while trenta is Italian for thirty. So I guess they make sense.
I've been to a few educational rounds on lead poisoning but none on rodenticide. We watched a video on marijuana farmers who want to keep mice from getting high and as Nicole put it, you're growing illegal plants, you don't care about the legality of the rodenticides you're using. When we treat them, we typically give them vitamin K for two weeks and if it's first generation poison, they'll probably be better by then. If not, it's the more powerful and longer lasting second generation, and we've had a hawk being treated for two months.
Caitlin was just smackin' plants.
Hunters have no doubt poisoned themselves with lead shrapnel.
Primrose tore apart a mouse with her bare hands, well, gloved hands. Skinned the fucker and ripped him into thirteen pieces for the drama queen cooper's hawk to eat. That's how they do things in Mongolia according to Jacob, not that Primrose would know, as I am pretty sure she's Thai. She is emphatically not Mongolian. Her hair is not the color of primroses but the color of a late afternoon sky in early April, with dark roots like bare tree limbs against the sky. She can't be your friend if you don't like Archer and I don't feel sorry for you at all. She wants to dress as a tyrannosaur but will probably settle for wearing a wolf cloak.
Cardinals like to bite the bits of loose flesh between your fingers and not let go.
IV fluid injection is the worst feeling ever says Primrose.
Batman is Pringles Man's sidekick says some kid carving his visage into a pumpkin. Pringles Man is the best Man ever though I disagree and think it's Mega Man and Mega Man can just take any of Pringles Man's powers but Pringles Man has no powers but the powers of deliciousness.
Also, he looks a lot like Gene Wolfe. Pringles Man, I mean, not the kid, nay, he lacks a mustache and has a McDonalds hairline, you know, like the Golden Arches, and the girl he was talking to had no idea that was a thing. The girl he was talking to, who has a straight hairline, once brought in a baby opossum she found in her swimming pool. There's actually a fake passage from The Book of the New Sun about pringles on Hipinion. My spell check on my iPod recognizes the word Pringles but TextEdit does not.
Bob came out amazing, better than last year's Bob. I'm not sure how the holes I poked in Teddy's face for his stubble will translate to illuminated from within form. Tina was hard because if I do the glasses, I can't just use holes for eyes, no, I have to carve out the glasses and then put pupil holes and the bangs got messed up. And Gene has kind of an nondescript face so I tried his Banjo scowl. The pumpkin was a bit small. I didn't bother with Louise or Linda because I feel like their appearances are defined by the bunny hat and the hairdo and those are very hard to translate to pumpkin form.
Primrose carved a gecko and Sam carved a cat face.
I had a dream last night in which I was in an alternate world where the world wars never happened but there was an exhibition with relics from those wars and regimes. Everything was white, like the inside of the Ark from Lightning Returns. There was a brief interlude in a much harder Super Mario World in which you could take Yoshi the stupid freaking horse into Bowser's castle and Yoshi could flutter like in Yoshi's Island, which was a sea of lava with rotating monolithic platforms and then a gate with stompy things, and then the people of the alternate world were trying to assassinate me (or someone I was watching) and that person tried to teleport to the Crab Nebula but that didn't exist in their world either.
It's no coincidence that I just finished In Other Worlds by A.A. Attanasio.
burning question: why the hell is Syria still putting out ads for tourism?
Jacob told Sarah that she should go get it because she's small.
Caitlin and I looked up there with a phone flashlight and saw nothing, though we've heard him. We left some millet and some seeds out for him in case he comes back but if he doesn't, we might just close it back up to prevent other birds from flying up there and getting stuck. Strange things have happened, and no, that piscivore diet stuck to the ceiling is not a strange occurrence.
Billie's probably wondering why there's a ladder there. Or whatever her name is. All I know is it's a. one of those names that used to be masculine and b. it's not Ashley. I know that's probably the first name you think of when you think of formerly masculine names that are now feminine but it's not Ashley.
So, what happened with the other ceiling tile, the dirty one, is that someone was tube feeding an animal and it got kinked or something and the stuff just built up until it burst like a flower blossom, says Jacob. A corpse flower, of course.
Meanwhile, purple was going nuts.
We were doing physio on a rodo and Primrose told us about when it was dark in the woods and and Shorty freaked out and had his tail between his legs because Daisy and Teddy were like The Hounds of the Baskervilles.
Zack has two oscar fish: The Grouch and De La Hoya.
The squirrel stuffed himself inside a glove box. Someone else never noticed how thin their actual tails were until now.
Caitlin (?) doesn't speak that language and doesn't know Starbucks sizes. I'm bewildered that, of grande, venti, and trenta, grande is the smallest of the three.
Venti is Italian for twenty and Latin for wind, while trenta is Italian for thirty. So I guess they make sense.
I've been to a few educational rounds on lead poisoning but none on rodenticide. We watched a video on marijuana farmers who want to keep mice from getting high and as Nicole put it, you're growing illegal plants, you don't care about the legality of the rodenticides you're using. When we treat them, we typically give them vitamin K for two weeks and if it's first generation poison, they'll probably be better by then. If not, it's the more powerful and longer lasting second generation, and we've had a hawk being treated for two months.
Caitlin was just smackin' plants.
Hunters have no doubt poisoned themselves with lead shrapnel.
Primrose tore apart a mouse with her bare hands, well, gloved hands. Skinned the fucker and ripped him into thirteen pieces for the drama queen cooper's hawk to eat. That's how they do things in Mongolia according to Jacob, not that Primrose would know, as I am pretty sure she's Thai. She is emphatically not Mongolian. Her hair is not the color of primroses but the color of a late afternoon sky in early April, with dark roots like bare tree limbs against the sky. She can't be your friend if you don't like Archer and I don't feel sorry for you at all. She wants to dress as a tyrannosaur but will probably settle for wearing a wolf cloak.
Cardinals like to bite the bits of loose flesh between your fingers and not let go.
IV fluid injection is the worst feeling ever says Primrose.
Batman is Pringles Man's sidekick says some kid carving his visage into a pumpkin. Pringles Man is the best Man ever though I disagree and think it's Mega Man and Mega Man can just take any of Pringles Man's powers but Pringles Man has no powers but the powers of deliciousness.
Also, he looks a lot like Gene Wolfe. Pringles Man, I mean, not the kid, nay, he lacks a mustache and has a McDonalds hairline, you know, like the Golden Arches, and the girl he was talking to had no idea that was a thing. The girl he was talking to, who has a straight hairline, once brought in a baby opossum she found in her swimming pool. There's actually a fake passage from The Book of the New Sun about pringles on Hipinion. My spell check on my iPod recognizes the word Pringles but TextEdit does not.
Bob came out amazing, better than last year's Bob. I'm not sure how the holes I poked in Teddy's face for his stubble will translate to illuminated from within form. Tina was hard because if I do the glasses, I can't just use holes for eyes, no, I have to carve out the glasses and then put pupil holes and the bangs got messed up. And Gene has kind of an nondescript face so I tried his Banjo scowl. The pumpkin was a bit small. I didn't bother with Louise or Linda because I feel like their appearances are defined by the bunny hat and the hairdo and those are very hard to translate to pumpkin form.
Primrose carved a gecko and Sam carved a cat face.
I had a dream last night in which I was in an alternate world where the world wars never happened but there was an exhibition with relics from those wars and regimes. Everything was white, like the inside of the Ark from Lightning Returns. There was a brief interlude in a much harder Super Mario World in which you could take Yoshi the stupid freaking horse into Bowser's castle and Yoshi could flutter like in Yoshi's Island, which was a sea of lava with rotating monolithic platforms and then a gate with stompy things, and then the people of the alternate world were trying to assassinate me (or someone I was watching) and that person tried to teleport to the Crab Nebula but that didn't exist in their world either.
It's no coincidence that I just finished In Other Worlds by A.A. Attanasio.
burning question: why the hell is Syria still putting out ads for tourism?
