And need to figure out what to do about the OMG CRISIS!!! emails of yesterday.

Laugh at them?

Overslept. Didn't wake up right. Want to go back to sleep.

Laugh at them?

That was yesterday's reaction. Now, my boss isn't here, so there's nothing to be done immediately, I guess. Nothing like an URGENT piece of paperwork that's dated 5/10.

I watched a pet boa constrictor have dinner once. Dinner was a chicken, live. The snake constricted the chicken to death, and then some, in order to even make a start at getting it compact enough to eat.

Somehow keeping a pet that has to have live food bugs me. I don't know too many people that are well-adjusted that feed live animals to their pets, ya know?

Wild animals eating live food, well, duh. Not a problem. Not even kittens, which were the preferred meal of the monitor lizards that lived around our place in Malaysia. (And they say no one eats cat.)

Bored in Natter, xposty from Bitches:

Since I had to take some before snaps before moving. This is my office in all its glory. The rest of my house is actually quite pretty, but let's just say the move to new roomier office space is long overdue. This is a public service. After viewing the photos you will no longer feel like slobs.

This is a wide view facing my desk. Photo of Brendon with Kristin and Hil on the monitor. Trudy, Debet, and ND are also in there. [link]

Brendon's side of the office isn't near as bad. In the new space we won't be sharing an office for the first time in 17 years. [link]

This is what hides behing my desk. The George Washington on the wall was a gift from my dad since I was born on George's day. [link]

It only gets worse when you look toward the printers, but you can see my dipolma and honor cords there too. Woo! [link]

The closet, also not real useful at the moment. I am looking forward to moving this weekend so very much! [link]

How I love the linky function! Almost as much as love getting a new office.

I don't know too many people that are well-adjusted that feed live animals to their pets, ya know?

Obviously I'm speaking from a bit of a bias, because it's mainly the smell that keeps me from being a snake owner who might do just this but ... really? Do you think that sample extends into the general public any more practically than well-adjusted pit bull owners, for instance? I mean, does keeping one of those pets bug you because you don't know enough well-adjusted people who do it, or is there another reason?

This shirt is making me laugh [link] (attn: sarameg, and Liese if you're around)

That article said they only tested men's brains. Maybe it's easier for women's brains to make female voices...hmm?

Those shirts are hi-fucking-larious! I might need this one: [link]

I mean, does keeping one of those pets bug you because you don't know enough well-adjusted people who do it, or is there another reason?

Dunno...I've been pondering what it is that bugs me about it. I think, at its base, is the distinction between wild and domesticated animals. I'm looking at the boundary cases right now - cats who are mousers and live with people; zoos; wild animal refuges and rehab places.

But it could just be that the guys (always men; you'd be an outlier) I've known that had big snakes or fish or dogs they fed live prey to got off on the killing. The folks with little snakes, who either fed them bugs or freeze-dried mice, viewed that as an unpleasantness, but were into the snake for its snakiness.

I return to my introspection.

I hear you're a hurricane now Emily.

Oh, well, it's old hat by now. I think they're just too lazy to think up other girl names starting with E. For a while in college I kept a clipping about Emily causing massive property damage on the East coast.

I've heard from some snake owners that their snakes won't eat dead prey because they think it must be diseased.

This is my favourite t-shirt ever. Sadly, it's not for me to wear, and it would even be a little odd for me to buy it for someone else.

Raquel, I'd be in a middle ground of "that's what they do." If it were unpleasant, I'd not do it at all.