Fuck. Despite surviving earlier, worse, storms, the fledges in my neighbor's downspout are apparently dead.

I was tempted to move them, why the fuck didn't I? Hope? Inertia?

I'm not even a bird person, yet I raised 2 sparrows from featherless to flight, recup'd countless pidgeons...gnahrgg. Nature. Stupid birds.

Now I need to tell my neighbor about the corpses rotting in his gutter. Fuck.

Drop deadline tomorrow (my author is flying to Italy on Thursday).

And some large knives.

Yeah, you do!

what exactly is the occasion that one would need a giant ass sword?

they did mention putting it by your door. Maybe for the mormons?

I can see appreciating swords, fine. I appreciate highly impractical vintage dresses that I would never have occasion to wear.

But the video seems intent on showing how much the thing can do, who is ever going to use it for anything like that?!?1 no one. or crazy people.

it is like some parody right out of the world of office space. That is how it play in my head. "Hey, Steve. Check out this bad ass giant sword I got. Watch, it'll cut a pig head in two. Just a minute, let me pull up my sans-a-belt pants. Hey is that a new vendor give-away polo your wearing? Did you get that at the trade show?"

bacon chocolate bar is disturbing.

Liese, did you see the Canuck goalie get his head walloped? Noah kept saying, "He hit his head on the post office!"

I had a weirdly ineffectual day, but I did get a thank you package done for Donors Choose and I got the rest of my school year lesson planned.

I just sent my neighbor the weirdest email ever: hello, you have dead birds. Uhg.

sarameg--if you had moved them the mother would have lost or rejected them, so they likely would have died anyway.

I did see it. Lots of brutal stuff in this game. But bwah to Noah. Yes, yes he did.

Actually, not my experience with birds. I know that's the common wisdom, but have had success with moving nests/fledglings. Especially adaptive species like starlings.

LOVED sending an email to my environmental lobbyist neighbor that he has dead birds, letmetellyou. If I could've reached them tonight (ok, so I couldn't have reached them last night when they were alive,) I would have, and spared him (and his daughter, whose bedroom backs onto the site.) Sigh.