bound in darkness
Jun. 19th, 2019 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaSooooooo, I can buy some no doubt expired Trader Joe's Traditional Tunisian Harissa from Amazon for ten bucks. There are very few herbs and spices listed: garlic salt, cumin, and caraway. You apparently have to grill the red chili peppers in a tumbler over an open flame. You can get it with mold. Bcause that’s what happens when you buy expired foods on Amazon.
We had more pregnant guinea pigs although these ones weren’t as far along in their pregnancy as the one from last week. Karen was delighted and I’m wondering if I’m mistaken and her name is Charon. And she skinned one of them perfectly.
We didn’t have shit for fruit aside from a couple of strawberries that were starting to go south that I brought specifically for Dova but ended up being split between Dova, a cardinal, and a Baltimore oriole. I don’t like strawberries anyway. Mostly because they go bad the moment you buy them and they don’t taste as good as raspberries which suffer the same problem. It's a good thing we have mainly owls, hawks, and seagulls. Maybe not a good thing if you're the one cutting up the guinea pigs.
Sara’s birthday was last Tuesday and she saw several whales and even a basking shark, which are my favorite sharks because they are completely and utterly harmless and are mistaken for plesiosaurs after they die. June still sucks, though.
Spyro was nearing the end of his lifespan and became one with life’s circle.
I spent a good portion of the day showing some people around and they told about the time they went to the beach and there were tons and tons of horseshoe crabs.
They’re fairly young, too. I'm honestly starting to believe that we'd have undid most of this climactic disaster if it weren't for Bitcoin and its knockoffs, like Facebucks. Okay, the actual name of their currency is Libra, and it makes sense because it will certainly prompt an Exodus from Facebook. Someone else used Javascrip.
I shouldn’t be surprised that someone said “hello” to me while I was putting some stuff in boarding. But I was.
We released the kestrel and some rodos and will probably release the robin when and if the weather improves and we have another juvenile robin with orthopedic booties on because he has a developmental defect.
Since it's not only Monday but the day after Father's Day, Rob told us about some fathers in the animal kingdom going the extra mile for their kids, like a blue poison dart frog that carries the eggs to a flower filled with water for them to swim around in, and a mouse-like marsupial that fucks himself to death because they only have so much sperm and they lose it when they pee.
burning question: hey, Tritoch, remember what I told you about trying to be funny? Now, sit there and shut up.
We had more pregnant guinea pigs although these ones weren’t as far along in their pregnancy as the one from last week. Karen was delighted and I’m wondering if I’m mistaken and her name is Charon. And she skinned one of them perfectly.
We didn’t have shit for fruit aside from a couple of strawberries that were starting to go south that I brought specifically for Dova but ended up being split between Dova, a cardinal, and a Baltimore oriole. I don’t like strawberries anyway. Mostly because they go bad the moment you buy them and they don’t taste as good as raspberries which suffer the same problem. It's a good thing we have mainly owls, hawks, and seagulls. Maybe not a good thing if you're the one cutting up the guinea pigs.
Sara’s birthday was last Tuesday and she saw several whales and even a basking shark, which are my favorite sharks because they are completely and utterly harmless and are mistaken for plesiosaurs after they die. June still sucks, though.
Spyro was nearing the end of his lifespan and became one with life’s circle.
I spent a good portion of the day showing some people around and they told about the time they went to the beach and there were tons and tons of horseshoe crabs.
They’re fairly young, too. I'm honestly starting to believe that we'd have undid most of this climactic disaster if it weren't for Bitcoin and its knockoffs, like Facebucks. Okay, the actual name of their currency is Libra, and it makes sense because it will certainly prompt an Exodus from Facebook. Someone else used Javascrip.
I shouldn’t be surprised that someone said “hello” to me while I was putting some stuff in boarding. But I was.
We released the kestrel and some rodos and will probably release the robin when and if the weather improves and we have another juvenile robin with orthopedic booties on because he has a developmental defect.
Since it's not only Monday but the day after Father's Day, Rob told us about some fathers in the animal kingdom going the extra mile for their kids, like a blue poison dart frog that carries the eggs to a flower filled with water for them to swim around in, and a mouse-like marsupial that fucks himself to death because they only have so much sperm and they lose it when they pee.
burning question: hey, Tritoch, remember what I told you about trying to be funny? Now, sit there and shut up.
