'Out Of Gas'
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.
Hiya, cliomusing!
What a beautiful cat. The largest wildlife I see regularly are deer. Although as I often see them in my apartment's parking lot, I don't know that they exactly put the wild into wildlife. There are rumors of coyotes in the area, but I've never seen one.
NC is in full bloom, with the red bud and dogwoods all in flower. It's a lovely time of year here.
Man, I was just feeding the birds and that thistle seed smelled really appetizing. What is that about?
Morning, everybody, and thanks for all the greetings!
The gif of the squirrel going all ninja appeared on the stuffed animal appeared on my tumblr this morning. Took a walk around the Quad, but the memory of that gif had me looking very shifty eyed at one little grey bastard who wouldn't back down from his perch on a tree.
The rain today is nearly apocalyptic.
NO WORD YET! I DO NOT WAIT WELL!!! END TIMES SCENARIOS IN MY HEAD! (well, end times for my employment here).
Try to stay dry and not float away, Amy.
I hope you hear soon, msbelle.
I am already tired of my work today, and I am still sitting at home. At least it's Friday.
Hi Monica!
Deer are the largest animals I've seen in the wild - they frequently wander around the woods near my office, and I've had to dodge whole families of them crossing backroads across Arkansas. Though I suppose the baby bear I got to pet in Washington D.C. has grown up larger than that by now.
Greetings Monica!
Moose would be the biggest, near Moose River in Old Forge, NY.
Nice employment updates! May good word come soon, msbelle.
Not your average bear.
Not your average pic-i-nic basket.
It might be worth noting that successful axe murderers are rarely accused.
I think the largest animal I've seen minding its own business not in a zoo or game park or anything is a wildebeest. I'm assuming they are bigger than the intermittently domesticated cows that used to be popular in Kingston in the 70s.
We heard something nosing around our (poorly cleaned) campsite in the Anti Atlas mountains of Morocco. No word on species or size. We basically just huddled and swore and stared dubiously at the entrance to the tent.
Monica? Monica? Oh! Monica. Hi Monica!