On a few occasions, mountain gorillas have been observed in ventro-ventral positions, but never photographed. Western gorillas in captivity have been known to mate face-to-face, but not in the wild, which makes this observation a noteworthy first.

If only because we can stop wondering what the zoo keepers are up to when they disappear in twos.

Happy Birthdays to Maria and Kristin!

One of these days I'm going to end up at the Old Orchard Shopping Center instead of at work....

There is an Apple Store there.

I'm wondering if they'd need the zookeepers to be introduced to it. Gorillas tend to watch the crowds (they are fascinated by my dad's wheelchair!), and it's not like you never see young couples kissing and making out on pretty days at the zoo.

Ice Storm 2008! They actually are keeping the polls open later due to it. I dread chipping my car out.

Gave myself an imperfect manicure. Meh.

Huh. SD memory cards can survive going through the laundry. Who knew?

If it keeps raining like it has been I'll need a boat to get to work in the morning.

Any other Florida ~istas dealing with the awful weather tonight?

At least it isn't ice?

You know what's funny? I actually resent having poligrip in the house. It's not at all rational. I mean, I have it for the temp crown, and have needed it. But something about having DENTURE GLUE in the house bugs me. My grandparents had denture glue. I am 32 years old. I shouldn't need denture glue.

Glue the cats to something. That'll make you feel better.

There are some fun pictures coming out of the dog show. I'm kinda over poodles winning alot, but this is one happy dog - [link]

t eta also, hee! [link]

and, I always wondered... [link]

God, lori, then I'd have to bathe the cats. My hands look crappy enough! (Seriously. Since the carving of the knuckle back in november, I've since burned myself on top of the scar pulling something out of the toaster oven [with the element OW], burnt the back of the other hand on the same oven's door, had Mister Kitty maul the carved one when trying to palpitate one of his fatty tumors for growth. I've had people ask me,in that psycho-concern manner, what I was doing to myself. NOTHING. Just a bad klutz.)

[eta: yep, I am that vain. Hence the fake nails.]

Frisbee-stoner dog cracks me up.

I dread chipping my car out.

yeah that was fun after work. I seriously considered just leaving the car and walking home, but since I had fallen on my ass (yes, my actual ass. The left cheek, to be exact) on the way to the car, I was not inclined to walk home on sidewalks that I knew had not been cleared. In fact, my steps (both coming out of the building and at home) were sheets of ice.