deliquescence
Apr. 5th, 2017 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaSometimes they'll pleasantly surprise me. I don't know how recent the photographs are. They were posted on the Facebook page on April 4, 2017 and they're recognizably raccoons and not the ambiguous atavistic cat-ferret-hyena-basal-carnivore-things I posted a few years ago.
I had a dream in which the city was flooding and then we went to this restaurant where we ate raw shrimp with cocktail sauce and a bowl of black beans and onions.
I had a dream I was in a vast desert peninsula broken in half by a series of mountains and yardangs and we (Ethan, Craig, and I) were trying to get to another place, and we decided to cross through the mountains instead of around and there was a grassy area with red flowers that emitted a paralyzing gas and we had to cross that without touching the red patches or the gray patches, there was a wooden elevator with a crank at the end that led down into a forest.
We got a bunch of fruits and vegetables, some of which were moldy or squishy or otherwise inedible, some of which were still suitable for non-human consumption. Some of them had worms in them but it's ok because they'd be happy to eat worms. Some of the mixed greens resembled sewage. TJ found a bag of somewhat festering and occasionally moldy and offensively noxious mice that he fed to the dermestid beetles along with a bag of something that had deliquesced into a substance visually resembling beef stew (taste it and find out what it was, says either Margo (who has no large intestine), Anna, or Emily (I'm getting better at calling her Emily and not Sarah)) whose origins are better left a mystery. He had no idea what it was so into the garbage it goes. We had so many strawberries that Emily suggested making strawberry shortcake. Emily gets sad when foods she likes, like butternut squash, gets moldy and gross.
Harry wanted her to toss a mushroom cap like a frisbee but she says she played frisbee for the first time in years and sucks at it. I think Harry wanted to try to use it to grow mushrooms. I think gorillas can eat onions but we don't have any gorillas… yet. Potatoes we can feed to the mealworms.
Some green tree snakes start out a yellow green color and stay that way, while some morphs start out a deep scarlet instead. Banded water snakes look tasty so they snap at everything as a defense.
The turtle pond was cleaned out and I thought they repainted it. It's not; it's always been a mintyfresh blue underneath all that grime.
We have a barrier between Puff and Spyro because we don't want any more babies.
We got three admissions last weekend. One is a greater black-backed gull with paraparesis from possibly some kind of poisoning; one is a goose with (surprise) lead poisoning, but he is feisty; and one is incertae sedis and in an unseen realm. We released a few more rodos.
There were jolly rancher popsicles in the freezer and they actually taste like jolly ranchers according to Margo. Despite what Jen said, there wasn't more cranberry sauce than we could possibly need.
We released a red-tailed hawk out in the woods. This one was at least four years old and we could tell from the tail color and she was a female, and we can tell because of her weight. Females are heavier because they have to support the male while he mounts her. There obviously weren't any crows around as nobody raised the alarm. Margo said that laying an egg sounds painful, and Jen's like "at least they're not kiwis," which were once big birds that laid big eggs until they got stuck on an island and eventually became small birds, only the eggs stayed big.
When releasing raptors, we like to "spread the wealth" You send all of them out behind the wildlife center and soon there won't be any prey left and they'll starve.
Whatever music was playing reminded me of Full House music.
Emily went to Washington D.C. where she saw a giant blue chicken sculpture at an art museum and said that her biggest gripe with the city was not the fact that every Metro station looks the same (which she didn't actually notice) nor would anyone encounter a five-member klezmer ensemble (sadly, I'm not speaking from experience but it has happened) but the fact that everything is all about politics, which makes sense because most people are in the city either for politics or because they're needed to keep the political apparatus running smoothly, but she said there's a sense of camaraderie. She said there were a lot lot lot of school groups. She says all museums should have free admission and she says that her favorite period of art is contemporary and she likes paintings and she says that the last time she was at the ICA, there was an exhibit of furniture art. I have no idea what she's talking about. She was eating pizza. Good thing she waited until she was back in Massachusetts.
Penelope was injured in some way. TJ said it was a velociraptor attack (in reality, we don't know what happened) and I said "oh, so the shed is in fact a time portal. Good to know."
"The poop looks like art" says Margo
Once something, possibly a turtle, pooped out worms. That's her biggest fear, to have something living inside of her. Once she ate a scorpion. Since it was in a lollipop, it tasted like a lollipop with a crunch to it.
Keeley can now ask "what?"
A woman with a red-and-black-butterfly-painted-on-a-white-disc pendant and a pendant of St. Michael meant to ward off evil given to her by her aunt and blessed by the pope had a bearded dragon with her. She was a very dark brown color so I thought she was an iguana at first.
I noticed that Matt Walsh (the professional douchebag, not the actual comedian) stopped calling himself a comedian. This makes sense; I've read some excerpts from it and it's not funny. I'm not sure if he's failing at being funny or if he's succeeding at writing something that isn't meant to be funny.
If I got enough sleep this morning, I probably would have dreamt of Leah.
Ashley hasn't been listening to much music lately. I recommended her and by proxy you What Time Is It, Mr Fox? and Ezekiel's Wheels Klezmer Band. I figured Ashley would like klezmer; she likes jazz and they use similar instrumentation. Ashley loved the woman's march sign and she loves Emma's art. Maybe she has spring sadness. It's certainly rubbed off on me.
I have a bit of a conundrum for future women's marches. I want to say a woman's place is in the House (written in white) but the word house should always be written in blue.
“I think they want forced laborers to build a 200 meter high wall to keep people from getting in and out and force Champassak to pay for the materials.”
I swear to Ashley and by proxy you that I wrote that before I knew who Donald Trump was. Maybe if I actually finish the things I start, I'd come off as eerily prophetic. But then again, it's not like the idea of building a wall as high as Trump Tower (Wikipedia tells me that Trump Tower is 202 meters and Trump purchased a historic building and demolished it) and forcing the Mexicans to pay for it is not a radical idea amongst the far right.
Not sure if having the Mexican side of the wall within the US border is all part of Trump's plan.
I really hope what Bernie said about how Trump supporters aren't racist and sexist and that the Democrat party needs to reach out to them at the expense of non-whites and women is an April Fools joke but given what he said about selling out abortion rights in pursuit of the white working class vote, I don't think that's the case.
burning question: If keeping our focus on civil rights makes Bernie Bros leave the Democratic party, shouldn't we just let them go?
I had a dream in which the city was flooding and then we went to this restaurant where we ate raw shrimp with cocktail sauce and a bowl of black beans and onions.
I had a dream I was in a vast desert peninsula broken in half by a series of mountains and yardangs and we (Ethan, Craig, and I) were trying to get to another place, and we decided to cross through the mountains instead of around and there was a grassy area with red flowers that emitted a paralyzing gas and we had to cross that without touching the red patches or the gray patches, there was a wooden elevator with a crank at the end that led down into a forest.
We got a bunch of fruits and vegetables, some of which were moldy or squishy or otherwise inedible, some of which were still suitable for non-human consumption. Some of them had worms in them but it's ok because they'd be happy to eat worms. Some of the mixed greens resembled sewage. TJ found a bag of somewhat festering and occasionally moldy and offensively noxious mice that he fed to the dermestid beetles along with a bag of something that had deliquesced into a substance visually resembling beef stew (taste it and find out what it was, says either Margo (who has no large intestine), Anna, or Emily (I'm getting better at calling her Emily and not Sarah)) whose origins are better left a mystery. He had no idea what it was so into the garbage it goes. We had so many strawberries that Emily suggested making strawberry shortcake. Emily gets sad when foods she likes, like butternut squash, gets moldy and gross.
Harry wanted her to toss a mushroom cap like a frisbee but she says she played frisbee for the first time in years and sucks at it. I think Harry wanted to try to use it to grow mushrooms. I think gorillas can eat onions but we don't have any gorillas… yet. Potatoes we can feed to the mealworms.
Some green tree snakes start out a yellow green color and stay that way, while some morphs start out a deep scarlet instead. Banded water snakes look tasty so they snap at everything as a defense.
The turtle pond was cleaned out and I thought they repainted it. It's not; it's always been a mintyfresh blue underneath all that grime.
We have a barrier between Puff and Spyro because we don't want any more babies.
We got three admissions last weekend. One is a greater black-backed gull with paraparesis from possibly some kind of poisoning; one is a goose with (surprise) lead poisoning, but he is feisty; and one is incertae sedis and in an unseen realm. We released a few more rodos.
There were jolly rancher popsicles in the freezer and they actually taste like jolly ranchers according to Margo. Despite what Jen said, there wasn't more cranberry sauce than we could possibly need.
We released a red-tailed hawk out in the woods. This one was at least four years old and we could tell from the tail color and she was a female, and we can tell because of her weight. Females are heavier because they have to support the male while he mounts her. There obviously weren't any crows around as nobody raised the alarm. Margo said that laying an egg sounds painful, and Jen's like "at least they're not kiwis," which were once big birds that laid big eggs until they got stuck on an island and eventually became small birds, only the eggs stayed big.
When releasing raptors, we like to "spread the wealth" You send all of them out behind the wildlife center and soon there won't be any prey left and they'll starve.
Whatever music was playing reminded me of Full House music.
Emily went to Washington D.C. where she saw a giant blue chicken sculpture at an art museum and said that her biggest gripe with the city was not the fact that every Metro station looks the same (which she didn't actually notice) nor would anyone encounter a five-member klezmer ensemble (sadly, I'm not speaking from experience but it has happened) but the fact that everything is all about politics, which makes sense because most people are in the city either for politics or because they're needed to keep the political apparatus running smoothly, but she said there's a sense of camaraderie. She said there were a lot lot lot of school groups. She says all museums should have free admission and she says that her favorite period of art is contemporary and she likes paintings and she says that the last time she was at the ICA, there was an exhibit of furniture art. I have no idea what she's talking about. She was eating pizza. Good thing she waited until she was back in Massachusetts.
Penelope was injured in some way. TJ said it was a velociraptor attack (in reality, we don't know what happened) and I said "oh, so the shed is in fact a time portal. Good to know."
"The poop looks like art" says Margo
Once something, possibly a turtle, pooped out worms. That's her biggest fear, to have something living inside of her. Once she ate a scorpion. Since it was in a lollipop, it tasted like a lollipop with a crunch to it.
Keeley can now ask "what?"
A woman with a red-and-black-butterfly-painted-on-a-white-disc pendant and a pendant of St. Michael meant to ward off evil given to her by her aunt and blessed by the pope had a bearded dragon with her. She was a very dark brown color so I thought she was an iguana at first.
I noticed that Matt Walsh (the professional douchebag, not the actual comedian) stopped calling himself a comedian. This makes sense; I've read some excerpts from it and it's not funny. I'm not sure if he's failing at being funny or if he's succeeding at writing something that isn't meant to be funny.
If I got enough sleep this morning, I probably would have dreamt of Leah.
Ashley hasn't been listening to much music lately. I recommended her and by proxy you What Time Is It, Mr Fox? and Ezekiel's Wheels Klezmer Band. I figured Ashley would like klezmer; she likes jazz and they use similar instrumentation. Ashley loved the woman's march sign and she loves Emma's art. Maybe she has spring sadness. It's certainly rubbed off on me.
I have a bit of a conundrum for future women's marches. I want to say a woman's place is in the House (written in white) but the word house should always be written in blue.
“I think they want forced laborers to build a 200 meter high wall to keep people from getting in and out and force Champassak to pay for the materials.”
I swear to Ashley and by proxy you that I wrote that before I knew who Donald Trump was. Maybe if I actually finish the things I start, I'd come off as eerily prophetic. But then again, it's not like the idea of building a wall as high as Trump Tower (Wikipedia tells me that Trump Tower is 202 meters and Trump purchased a historic building and demolished it) and forcing the Mexicans to pay for it is not a radical idea amongst the far right.
Not sure if having the Mexican side of the wall within the US border is all part of Trump's plan.
I really hope what Bernie said about how Trump supporters aren't racist and sexist and that the Democrat party needs to reach out to them at the expense of non-whites and women is an April Fools joke but given what he said about selling out abortion rights in pursuit of the white working class vote, I don't think that's the case.
burning question: If keeping our focus on civil rights makes Bernie Bros leave the Democratic party, shouldn't we just let them go?
