I really should have cynically put the dead bird in a bag and thrown it in the trash bin.
Now I can’t stop looking at the spot where I buried it, thinking about it, wondering about it, sad about it. It’s creeping me out.
I really should have cynically put the dead bird in a bag and thrown it in the trash bin.
Now I can’t stop looking at the spot where I buried it, thinking about it, wondering about it, sad about it. It’s creeping me out.
I dragged out my old SuperBeta Hi-Fi deck last night, figuring that the time was ripe to digitize all those old Beta tapes to DVD. Amongst the old tapes of St. Elsewhere, Star Trek: The Next Generation, porn, and [more...]
And with that, the rainy season began. Yeah, it’s rained a couple of times since I moved here in May, but always a very short little drizzle. Tonight, it’s raining for real. Still, it’s not really [more...]
I think I poisoned a cat this morning. Oh, boy. I woke up to find an army of ants marching through my office and into the kitchen, where they were massed on Diego’s bowl of food. The bowl of food found itself [more...]
Kind’a creepin’ me out too, but in a different way.
As you know… it’s a bird. I certainly hope you don’t feel the same way about the chicken breast I presume you’ve consumed within the last few meals.
….but he was kind of a cute lil’ fella.
Last week I found some birds NESTING in my hanging ferns. To the point where there were eggs and everything. But, those ferns were expensive so I took out the nests, eggs and all and placed them in the yard (to their eventual doom I suppose). So, in one ironic swoop, I aborted a few baby birds and pissed off a mother, and probably PETA (the PETA aspect I thoroughly enjoyed).
So, what was my justification? First off the momma birds kept spooking the crap out of me every time I’d water- like they were protecting something, huh, whatever. But like I said- those ferns were EXPENSIVE. Really it’s all about perspective and pocketbook.
Now, off to run my petroleum conglomerate.
Carry on.