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I've seen that "your week in pictures" meme going around, and it occurred to me that, while it would be fun to do, I'd never actually finish because I'm always forgetting my camera when I go out. That, and my days lately usually involve wandering between a chair in the kitchen and my desk chair, and my living room is not very picturesque.
But, speaking as one who spends a bit of time here, I like the things that happen to wander into the sphere of influence around my desk.
This is my boat hat. I've been wearing it a lot lately, not because there are boats around, but just because it seems like the thing to do. Some of it is possibly due to the humidity, which makes my hair all sorts of hideously floofy, and I'd rather wear a silly bucket hat than look like a person who's spent her morning around low-level electrical fields. Also, it reminds me of vacation and, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amberlynne and I have discussed, John Sheppard drinking mojitos.
OM NOM NOM
These are the best cookies ever! This is the second time I've made them and they came out as they should: flat, round, and all crackly on top, like really well done brownies. (Alsosiriaeve, the book the plate is on is the book with the menstruating men in it :>)
This is my dog. He wants my cookies and he also wants me to pay attention to him because I spend too much time paying attention to other things like the following:
Rodney = panda; John = bird of paradise; theirloveissointerspecies?
It occurred to me that Rodney has certain panda-like qualities: both are cute and cuddly, but if you mess with them, they will fuck you up. Also, Rodney likes his food predictable and, well, you can't get much more predictable than a diet of one specific plant. Also,bironic pointed out that John would be an excellent bird of paradise, with the bizarre plumage and even more freakish mating dance (as evidenced by the rituals of the superb bird of paradise). [Much of the preceding comes directly from the dorkbirds, and dogeared who caught the David Attenborough show on birds of paradise and pointed out how pecking, thwapping, and ridiculous displays as a method of flirtation clearly applies to John and Rodney, as well as tropical birds.]
So clearly, Rodney is his zoo's prize giant panda who, sadly, is bad at mating in captivity, even for a panda. John is his bird of paradise friend, who somehow escapes from the aviary on a regular basis to visit Rodney while Rodney eats bamboo, naps, and growls at his incompetent keepers. John does this weird dance that involves much hopping around and shaking his crest at Rodney, which Rodney doesn't quite understand.
This is what reading about the problem of other minds makes me think about, okay?
Speaking of other minds, I have a couple things saved to print out and post within my domain:
I lol'ed.
OMIGOD OMIGOD!! This kills me afresh every time I see it.
But, speaking as one who spends a bit of time here, I like the things that happen to wander into the sphere of influence around my desk.
This is my boat hat. I've been wearing it a lot lately, not because there are boats around, but just because it seems like the thing to do. Some of it is possibly due to the humidity, which makes my hair all sorts of hideously floofy, and I'd rather wear a silly bucket hat than look like a person who's spent her morning around low-level electrical fields. Also, it reminds me of vacation and, as
amberlynne and I have discussed, John Sheppard drinking mojitos.OM NOM NOM
These are the best cookies ever! This is the second time I've made them and they came out as they should: flat, round, and all crackly on top, like really well done brownies. (Also
siriaeve, the book the plate is on is the book with the menstruating men in it :>)This is my dog. He wants my cookies and he also wants me to pay attention to him because I spend too much time paying attention to other things like the following:
Rodney = panda; John = bird of paradise; theirloveissointerspecies?
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It occurred to me that Rodney has certain panda-like qualities: both are cute and cuddly, but if you mess with them, they will fuck you up. Also, Rodney likes his food predictable and, well, you can't get much more predictable than a diet of one specific plant. Also,
bironic pointed out that John would be an excellent bird of paradise, with the bizarre plumage and even more freakish mating dance (as evidenced by the rituals of the superb bird of paradise). [Much of the preceding comes directly from the dorkbirds, and dogeared who caught the David Attenborough show on birds of paradise and pointed out how pecking, thwapping, and ridiculous displays as a method of flirtation clearly applies to John and Rodney, as well as tropical birds.]So clearly, Rodney is his zoo's prize giant panda who, sadly, is bad at mating in captivity, even for a panda. John is his bird of paradise friend, who somehow escapes from the aviary on a regular basis to visit Rodney while Rodney eats bamboo, naps, and growls at his incompetent keepers. John does this weird dance that involves much hopping around and shaking his crest at Rodney, which Rodney doesn't quite understand.
This is what reading about the problem of other minds makes me think about, okay?
Speaking of other minds, I have a couple things saved to print out and post within my domain:
I lol'ed.
OMIGOD OMIGOD!! This kills me afresh every time I see it.
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