Jayne ,'The Train Job'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I saw a fox trotting down the sidewalk a few blocks from where I live. I just thought it was funny that he was using the sidewalk.
On Wednesday another car backed into mine in the parking lot. I have a dent above my rear wheel well. I did get her insurance information but I'm not really sure what to do. It isn't a big thing but it wasn't my fault.
A surprisingly thoughtful piece from Russell Brand on the death of Margaret Thatcher: [link]
I've seen a few foxes randomly, in neighborhoods. They have a snappy little gait.
Yay for a good day on multiple job fronts!
Hi, clio!
That piece is great, and has reminded me that I need to borrow his memoir from Emmett.
(Sorry, Jess, I know he has been an indefensibly pure-d Dick at times, but when he's being sober and seriously thoughtful his brain just kind of bowls me over.)
she NEEDS another cat.
NO I DO NOT.
I'm already running a kitty hospice for the most anti-cat cat ever.
I like Pug. He's a sweetie. I want him to get a good new home. I think he'd hate my indoors only cat-rule and my cat-friendly cats and I DON'T NEED ANOTHER CAT NOW.
Technically, the largest feral animals I've seen in a residential area was the herd of bison in San Francisco. Visited them with Hec.
We really should have some sports team named the San Francisco Bison.
I've seen deer plenty of times. No whales. Dolphins a few times. Sea turtles. Sharks, alligators. (Florida childhood.)
The only time that was really startling though was coming across a wild pig in the redwoods of Northern California. We surprised each other on the path.
I frequently startle bunnies when I'm out walking. It's like they all think I want to make Hasenpfeffer or something.
Being startled is a big component of the bunny lifestyle.
She doesn't need another cat. Except when I stay over, because they all pile into bed with me. Sara shouldn't be lonely.
(What?)
I am just saying, that's a giant ass cat. It would have freaked me out if it were in my yard.
I feel like if I'm going to be killed (which to be clear, I have no reason to think is the case) I want it to be by something like that.
In news of animals who will not (probably) kill me, I am fostering a chihuahua puppy this weekend and they want me to tell them his name. I haven't met him! How do I know his name? I will be looking for suggestions this weekend.
(Also, in my house, chihuahua has 5 syllables in proper Les Nessman style.)