I don’t think birds should wear earrings.
There’s something wrong with it.
Besides the obvious, I’d think that the jealousy of other birds would be a factor. Birds do like ears, however.
Cheers to Friday and the approaching weekend.
A cheap Mondrian.
All this time and the best I give you is a damn meme? Yes, yes I do. I’m a sucker for colors and this Personal DNA thing has them in spades.
Do I feel guilty and want to promise something exciting and new in the future? I’ll leave you to make that judgment.
Ego stock ticker
In the morning email came this gem:
Social News for February 29, 2008
Here is what your friends think about…
… your strengths:
best room-mate
best friend
most helpful
… your weaknesses:
most organized
best public speaker
Other social news
Changes in your ranks:
1 place down, now #2 prettiest
5 places up, now #2 most helpful
1 place down, now #3 best to be stuck in handcuffs with
1 place down, now #3 person with the best profile picture
3 places down, now #3 nicest smelling
How others compared you recently:
• “Who is more likely to do a favor for me”, you won 1 and lost 0 times.
I’m a little less pretty, far more helpful, moderately smelly, moderately OK handcuff partner, and my Facebook profile picture is OK. I’m not organized and apparently I turn to jelly in front of a crowd. I will cop to a few of these, but since I just took a shower and public speaking is something that’s integral to my job I think my public image needs some modification.
As for best roommate, I’m not actually certain that most of these people could judge that. For the record, I’m a horrible roommate. You’re much better off being stuck in handcuffs with me.
The world’s largest shrew
Introducing the gray-faced sengi.
700 grams and 22 centimeters! A behemoth compared to the ones in your garden, and with a far lovelier coat. Seriously, check out those highlights.
Lest you go thinking that such a critter would make a good companion, consider that the North American variety are the only poisonous mammals on the continent. Oh, and watch this.
Patita of the Desert
Coming to rob you of your yarn, or trying out for Tinariwen?
Either way, it’s my new constant companion.
Hanging out at the post office.
Where have you been?
Only the anole can say
So much for staying blogulous. Bloggulated? Ablogged?
If this were one of those mad clip montages like a drug scene in a movie, you’d see:
trucks no parking sign yarn gravel backhoe whooping crane tres leches Hendrick’s gin and tonic office party talking polar bear yarn dump truck sewer line Earl Grey tea Super Mario Galaxy boxes Scrabble knitting lights up in the yard pecans mediocre barbeque the ghosts of live music past culverts honeycomb blinds prescription medication licorice gum car inspection…
And a tailless anole, cold to the touch but still alive, rescued from the garage and kept until he warmed up and could go back to hiding again.