an empty vessel
Dec. 20th, 2017 07:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaJulia is new. Christabel isn't. Julia wants to be set on fire so it won't be so cold anymore. Christabel was dancing because the radio played a Christmas song and I said it's too cold to be in the Christmas spirit, much like last year.
Last year, I was listening to the Shining soundtrack, J.S. Bach's Goldberg Variations, Ralph Vaughan Williams' Sinfonia Antarctica, and some things Ashley recommended. This year, I'm listening to Tori Amos, Goli, Zoltán Kodály and the Shining soundtrack. Along with some 10,000 Maniacs and Greek indiepop bands because I want it to be summer instead.
Speaking of Ashley, the day after I was in a daze and Ashley walks in, sees me, and then walks out, and I didn't even say anything to her, just "goddammit. Or what is it? Just goddammit," to myself and after that I was like oh, wait, that's the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal, that thinks that if you can't see it, it can't see you. Kathryn isn't close to Ashley but I don't think anyone is. Unless you're talking astronomical distances. Y'know, the sun is close to Alpha Centauri.
I didn't think to ask Zoë or Evie.
So I guess that answers my question.
Goddammit.
Meanwhile, I found this article: Zimbabwe's President Robert Mugabe has prostate cancer which has spread to other organs and is likely to cause his death by 2013, according to a leaked US diplomatic cable.
At least I get to spend my free time playing Avernum 2 and not sorting images and wrangling with imgur.
I had to do math in my head which isn't at all bad if we're talking about 10% of body weight or even 5%, which really is just half of 10%, but when it's 6%, it's time to pull out a calculator or an iPod. I also had to write down the animals we had on my glove, which means I have to avoid touching the food with my left hand for as long as possible.
What we have are six geese (the poopy goose has a diagnosis of "he's dead" and a prognosis of "not looking good." but we couldn't do anything for him. I'm sure we'll find out why but I won't for a few weeks), a bunch of hawks, a screech owl, a swan, the herps (poikilothermic, ectothermic tetrapods) that are wintering with us, a couple of rodos, and a herring gull. One of the hawks got the back third of a rat. Delicious. And Christine says that mealworms are worse than mice. Yeah, mealworms move around but at least they don't bleed and their viscera don't come glooping out when you cut them up. we're going to put molted feathers from another goose or perhaps the now-deceased poopy goose's feathers on another goose and then let him go and then when he molts again, he'll get all new feathers. A frankenbird, as Christine put it.
The one-eyed goose's eye socket got infected because we tried to swim him too early.
Someone took a shotgun to a raccoon and I don't see it being rabies tested but it was probably rabid.
Someone had a blue iguana named after Yoshi the stupid freaking horse and because he's blue, if he eats any kind of shell, he can fly.
I've decided that the cutoff point for Millenials and Generation Wishful Republican Thinking is "people who were ineligible to vote during the 2016 election."
Michael says that the economic recession was caused by 8 years of neoconservatism.
I add this: Followed by 8 years of obstruction and 334+ days of staggering ineptitude.
I keep thinking it's slightly later in the year than it actually is.
Rob's new addiction is a show in which people cook things like spaghetti with grape jelly and melted m&ms. And these are people in their 50s.
burning question: who taught this guy to cook, the Great Popinski?
Last year, I was listening to the Shining soundtrack, J.S. Bach's Goldberg Variations, Ralph Vaughan Williams' Sinfonia Antarctica, and some things Ashley recommended. This year, I'm listening to Tori Amos, Goli, Zoltán Kodály and the Shining soundtrack. Along with some 10,000 Maniacs and Greek indiepop bands because I want it to be summer instead.
Speaking of Ashley, the day after I was in a daze and Ashley walks in, sees me, and then walks out, and I didn't even say anything to her, just "goddammit. Or what is it? Just goddammit," to myself and after that I was like oh, wait, that's the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal, that thinks that if you can't see it, it can't see you. Kathryn isn't close to Ashley but I don't think anyone is. Unless you're talking astronomical distances. Y'know, the sun is close to Alpha Centauri.
I didn't think to ask Zoë or Evie.
So I guess that answers my question.
Goddammit.
Meanwhile, I found this article: Zimbabwe's President Robert Mugabe has prostate cancer which has spread to other organs and is likely to cause his death by 2013, according to a leaked US diplomatic cable.
At least I get to spend my free time playing Avernum 2 and not sorting images and wrangling with imgur.
I had to do math in my head which isn't at all bad if we're talking about 10% of body weight or even 5%, which really is just half of 10%, but when it's 6%, it's time to pull out a calculator or an iPod. I also had to write down the animals we had on my glove, which means I have to avoid touching the food with my left hand for as long as possible.
What we have are six geese (the poopy goose has a diagnosis of "he's dead" and a prognosis of "not looking good." but we couldn't do anything for him. I'm sure we'll find out why but I won't for a few weeks), a bunch of hawks, a screech owl, a swan, the herps (poikilothermic, ectothermic tetrapods) that are wintering with us, a couple of rodos, and a herring gull. One of the hawks got the back third of a rat. Delicious. And Christine says that mealworms are worse than mice. Yeah, mealworms move around but at least they don't bleed and their viscera don't come glooping out when you cut them up. we're going to put molted feathers from another goose or perhaps the now-deceased poopy goose's feathers on another goose and then let him go and then when he molts again, he'll get all new feathers. A frankenbird, as Christine put it.
The one-eyed goose's eye socket got infected because we tried to swim him too early.
Someone took a shotgun to a raccoon and I don't see it being rabies tested but it was probably rabid.
Someone had a blue iguana named after Yoshi the stupid freaking horse and because he's blue, if he eats any kind of shell, he can fly.
I've decided that the cutoff point for Millenials and Generation Wishful Republican Thinking is "people who were ineligible to vote during the 2016 election."
Michael says that the economic recession was caused by 8 years of neoconservatism.
I add this: Followed by 8 years of obstruction and 334+ days of staggering ineptitude.
I keep thinking it's slightly later in the year than it actually is.
Rob's new addiction is a show in which people cook things like spaghetti with grape jelly and melted m&ms. And these are people in their 50s.
burning question: who taught this guy to cook, the Great Popinski?
