sunrise in aries
Apr. 11th, 2017 06:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaWe don't really have much. I think one of the hawks climbed up to the rafters on his outdoor cage. The hawk with the wound on her face is still with us, as are the couple of flying squirrels and the many turtles. I laughed because we have chicks now. No guinea pigs. Well, there are probably guinea pigs and rats in there too but nobody cares about them. There's a goose with neurological issues, most likely caused by lead. The goose made some sad honks and some noises that sounded like a TIE fighter flyby played at triple speed. TJ said that getting smacked by a goose's wing is like being hit in the face by a basketball. We got a new turkey with blood that can't seem to be tested for lead. Not because it's too high, because the testing kit would let us know that it's extraordinarily high. Not too low, because the testing kit would let us know that too. The testing kit does everything it's supposed to do on everything else, which means that it lyses the red blood cells in the sampler and then applies an electrical potential and the lead collects on the sensor. Or something like that. We even recalibrated everything twice. If the things didn't cost a couple of thousand dollarydoos, we would probably see what happens. There are lists of medications and other chemicals that don't interfere. We might send it out but they'll probably say "it's a turkey" and TJ said "no, it's not a turkey, it's my son."
There was a mechanical noise in med ward. I only noticed it when Greg pointed it out and Jack (a different Jack, kupo. He has a pendant of some kind of brown stone wrapped in a coil of silver wire and a nose piercing) didn't notice it until I wondered if it was stressing out the animals.
We thought Skinky escaped and Jack (the one who can't ever be fucked to put photographs online) even helped me move a couch out of the way so I could see if he was lurking under there but then Jack's like "oh, wait, he's at a school." Someone wrote on the chalk board "when the power rangers overcome the love for power, then we have peace," changing it from "the power of love."
Don't thaw out mice in the microwave for snakes. It reeks of popcorn and death, something I can't imagine. I know what the sea and death smells of all too well. TJ tried it once and someone else was "dude, what the fuck, I wanted to make lunch."
Perhaps I was a bit hasty when making lunch. I had some leftover Chinese food and no microwave (which also means no popcorn during the Trump administration infighting and also Trump being a dangerous loose cannon even to Russia and Syria) (I did have a microwave but that metal plate started sparking) so I held on to it and used the Wildlife Center's microwave instead. Worse, Jen made something with black rice in a pot and not in a microwave, ate it, and it was in her stomach by the time rounds began.
A woman had with her an albino ferret named Luna.
burning question: Social Justice Zealots? Wait, we're all Protoss now? Also, I love how Protoss is a recognized word in TextEdit's dictionary. And so is Zerg. Almost as much as I love how Social Justice is expanding into Starcraft units.
There was a mechanical noise in med ward. I only noticed it when Greg pointed it out and Jack (a different Jack, kupo. He has a pendant of some kind of brown stone wrapped in a coil of silver wire and a nose piercing) didn't notice it until I wondered if it was stressing out the animals.
We thought Skinky escaped and Jack (the one who can't ever be fucked to put photographs online) even helped me move a couch out of the way so I could see if he was lurking under there but then Jack's like "oh, wait, he's at a school." Someone wrote on the chalk board "when the power rangers overcome the love for power, then we have peace," changing it from "the power of love."
Don't thaw out mice in the microwave for snakes. It reeks of popcorn and death, something I can't imagine. I know what the sea and death smells of all too well. TJ tried it once and someone else was "dude, what the fuck, I wanted to make lunch."
Perhaps I was a bit hasty when making lunch. I had some leftover Chinese food and no microwave (which also means no popcorn during the Trump administration infighting and also Trump being a dangerous loose cannon even to Russia and Syria) (I did have a microwave but that metal plate started sparking) so I held on to it and used the Wildlife Center's microwave instead. Worse, Jen made something with black rice in a pot and not in a microwave, ate it, and it was in her stomach by the time rounds began.
A woman had with her an albino ferret named Luna.
burning question: Social Justice Zealots? Wait, we're all Protoss now? Also, I love how Protoss is a recognized word in TextEdit's dictionary. And so is Zerg. Almost as much as I love how Social Justice is expanding into Starcraft units.
