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Nuala

the things I want to tell you

Posted on November 15, 2016 at 7:02 pm
Mood: catocala
Now Playing: R.E.M. - Cuyahoga
I sure could have used a free hug and art therapy Wednesday night. I'm not sure I'd have been able to go but that's not the point. Thanks to Facebook's utterly incomprehensible method of sorting posts, I didn't even know about it until the day after, specifically because I wanted Emma's thoughts on the election fiasco.

I said this to Tiffany: Hey, maybe Trump won't be such a bad president. He could actually rein in and distance himself from all the crazies who brought him to power, and actually improve race relations in this country.
If he does, I'll eat a rat.
You all heard that. I'm putting it on the Internet Archive so I can't just flake out and quietly delete this promise in 2019.
I almost promised to eat seagull cuisine but even though I know my butt can cash the check it's writing because in between the time I thought about eating a rat and the time I posted this, he gave the position of chief strategist and senior counselor to Steve Bannon, AKA Breit Bart Jr, and he's thinking of putting Ben Carson in his cabinet where he will cut funding to colleges with left-wing faculty, administrations, or students, on the increasingly infinitesimally low chance that Trump is actually a good president; that stuff would probably literally kill me.

Aury's Puerto Rican and so was confused when her apparent best friend voted Trump and then telling people to give him a chance, as if we could continue on as fucking normal.
I'm sorry-not-sorry but if your opinion is that women are inferior and like being groped or that climate change isn't happening, your opinion is wrong. If you vote for a guy who promised to jail political opponents, whose followers are talking about extrajudicially killing left-wing artists because boycotting them doesn't go far enough, then you voted for the wrong guy. We don't need to pander to people swayed by such obvious falsehoods.

Priya wanted to wear a safety pin. She's disgusted by the Trump supporters who were spitting on Wellesley College students.
I said that it allows us to identify each other, which made my day Saturday, but at the same time, it allows them to identify us and they can easily co-opt it.

I thought Dan was Ian and Tiffany thought the same exact thing. And their names sound similar enough that he must have just misheard me. The funny thing is I don't think I've even met Dan before.

One of the rodos looked okay, I got to hold him while Tiffany was setting up the x-ray machine and looking at the results, we just plopped him down on the table, it's awkward and it's not the best way to take x-rays but it does work, one of the rodos had a fractured keel complete with exposed bone along with two broken legs and so we couldn't do anything for him except for donate his body to science.

The new cooper's hawk hobbled around the flight cage like a Final Fantasy XII cockatrice. I'd say we still have the drama queen cooper's hawk but they're all drama queens.

At least I could take solace in the fact that the herring gull was being put under anesthesia and that means we don't feed them for a certain length of time before.

The barred owl had retinal tearing in at least one eye, which you can't just see, so we check every raptor we get. You can release a one-eyed barred owl because they rely more on hearing than sight.

Sydney has streaks of many shades of blue in her hair, from standard blue pen to kingfisher to blue jay to mesopelagic to bathypelagic to abyssopelagic.

Both of Tiffany's arms have been goosed up and she can't wait until the chelation (I actually wrote keelation and then found out it's wrong. This is the opposite of the problem I usually have, where I pronounce words that I only see written wrong) is done.
"Are you going to bite me again? Yes."

"I do not like you guys at eye level."
I prefer them at eye level. Makes it so I don't have to kneel down when cleaning their cages, especially when there is a lot of shit both literal and figurative on the floor.
The gull that was attacked by a dog smelled of curly fries when they brought him in.

I can't actually tell if Colleen is partially not white and it would probably be awkward to ask. I didn't have my sketchbook with me but I don't think I'd have enough time. She's reading Treasure Island. Prepare to be dazzled: it's about these pirates. Pirates with patches over their eyes and shiny gold teeth and green birds on their shoulders. It was written by a guy named Robert Louis Stevenson and published by the good people at McGraw-Hill and on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give it a 9.
I wish I could get to know you more. I wish you were staying here. I wish we had more time.
Would that I could still the passage of time.

burning question: can't we take it back, can't we make it alive again? can't we start over? can't we-

Comments:


asakiyume
asakiyume at 2016-11-16 00:14 (UTC) (Link)
Have you seen sovay's recent posts? She has some good ideas for some limited, but possible-to-be-successful, activism. If enough lawmakers say they want Steve Bannon gone, maybe Trump will change his mind. More likely is the other campaign--calling Charlie Baker's office and requesting that he make a statement like the governor of New York made.

Sydney has streaks of many shades of blue in her hair, from standard blue pen to kingfisher to blue jay to mesopelagic to bathypelagic to abyssopelagic --this sounds beautiful.
the room is full of ghosts
yamamanama at 2016-11-16 00:39 (UTC) (Link)
I have seen many of them.

I heard that Ben Carson declined a cabinet position, which is good, I suppose.
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