Paul brought an azure grackle with him when he came last night. It had been hit by a car. It has a droopy wing, but doesn't seem in any pain - it just can't fly. I am judging the pain on the fact that it doesn't try to peck me or even struggle when I move the wing to examine it. We have the number of a bird person here who can take it on Monday.
We were supposed to go to Vermont last night to pick up Pauls car. I got tomorrow off of work so that I could do it, and I love having two days in a row off. We didn't go, though. Paul did his usual angst-ridden dithering about when we should go, and then there is the whole issue with the grackle. I was having the period from hell last night, and so I said I would stay home and take care of the bird.
This morning the sun is out and it's shaping up to be a beautiful day. I wonder if I should change my mind and pass the bird off to Paul's housemates as originally planned, and just go have this overnighter. Last night I was feeling a bit depressed about it, I know the guys often do things efficiently, and I was worried we would go up this morning, stay a couple of hours and come home in the dark. It doesn't look as if it will be that way, though. I think they will stay overnight. I look out at the glorious morning here, and think that sheesh, if tomorrow morning is at all like that, I will regret not being out on a kayak in the middle of a lake for the dawn tomorrow.
Alright. Decided. We've got to swing by and pick Paul up anyhow - I'll call him first so he can arrange for his housemates to take care of the bird. I have half an hour to get ready. Eeeeeek!
The Ex-Boyfriends – Situation. Queer group from San Francisco.
Delerium – Euphoria.
Diana Brown & Barrie K. Sharpe – Masterplan. From “This Is Acid Jazz” volume 3.
Serebro - Opium. Eurovision 2007 losers.
Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!
— Dr. Seuss
My brain is quiet today, so I don't really have much to post about. Instead, I thought I'd snag Val's meme for today and play along. (Although some of her answers were good enough, I don't think I can top them.)
What is a physical feature you admire in both men and women, that you find yourself noticing or comparing when out and about?
Hands. I love people's hands. Consider that for the most part, I don't like to be touched. I don't like to shake hands, but I love to look at them. When evaluating whether someone's attractive I almost always start with the hands, and I have on several occasions turned down dates with guys who didn't have good hands. Spatula Finger Guy: no offense. You were really nice and you were cute, but the thought of you ever touching me with your freaky spatula fingers was creepifying. Same for you, girl with the impossibly short end joint on your thumbs.Who is someone we've heard of who possesses this admirable feature?
Hubbicula and Spucko both have lovely hands. Guitar players.
If you could "safely" explore an addictive or otherwise unhealthful or unsafe vice, which one would you choose and why?
Well, I've pretty much already covered this territory, as I think I've tried every drug except Ecstasy and it doesn't really attract me. So I'm gonna have to think outside the box. Let's go with sex. I'd join a swinger's club or something. (In Tampa we conveniently lived just across the alley from one, but we never checked it out.) Or maybe I'd just start speeding a lot, since I never do that. Be one of those people who drive 100 mph on the highway.
In which TV show currently airing would you like to be a
regular character? Describe the character a bit.
Since Lost is the only show I watch, I suppose I'd have to be a regular character on Lost. Knowing my luck I'd just be a red shirt, get blown up or buried alive or something. The best I could hope for is that I'd be a hot enough chick to get killed. Probably my Lost boyfriend would kill me. Well, that sounds a lot weirder than I expected.
If you could be a member of the opposite sex for a day, what you would try out?
Val pretty much covered this one: I'd spend a lot of the day just enjoying peeing while standing up. (Although I like the idea of getting a raise for a day.) Of course, I once had a dream in which I was Hubbicula and I think it reveals a lot about how I see men. Or at least how I see Hubbicula. In my dream, the first thing I did was shave off my facial hair. Then I put on one of Hubbicula's many fabulous tailored three-piece suits. Then I went out to a bar and started hitting on lesbians. Yup, that sounds like a good day. If you don't know where you are going, you will probably end up somewhere else.
— Lawrence J. Peter
