What's in your fridge?

A banger. And some mash. I guess. I am not brave enough to open the container. This is what happens when you open up your fridge for use by others. The cottage cheese is mine. The beer (belgian) is not.

Giggles

I'm waiting to get a new computer at work. My current one is apparently experiencing disk failure. I got to choose the name, only because I used to run that department. Giggles was available so I chose that one. Giggles was the name of my very first unix (SGI) back in the day, back in Dinosaur. I thought it would be a good omen. I loved that computer and I loved that I had one named giggles. I would have opted for the single malt scotch, I know because I named those computers, but one wasn't available.

So, here I am, fresh out of python class, holding a houdini book and waiting for my new linux. How did I get here?

Strange as it ever was, stange as it ever was.

Baby Bird

I just held a baby bird in my hand. I felt his tiny, soft feathers against my cheek. He didn't seem too terrified, but that mybe because he's tired. First of all, there is the distinct possibility that it is a she. i don't know why I assume. I'm not that great at sexing birds. Secondly, I don't know how long he has been in the house. I got home around 8 or so. I found him at 9:45. And birds don't do much after dark. So has he been here all day??? I only found him because Paxton was riveted to the mirror on the dresser, which he has never fancied before. Low and behold there was the bird. I was easily able to pick him up and take him outside. I considered feeding him, which I got schooled at in chicago when I bird-sat a baby Robin. Just as I was about to go in and get the cat food to feed him (yes, cat food) he flew to the empty house next door. I think he was aiming for the tree, but flew just shy of it. I heard a thud which I assume was him landing on the tin shed. I hope. Well, good news is that there is nothing next door and he can clearly fly to his next destination. I only hope he is able to feed himself since he may have not eaten all day. Poor kid. I wish I had been able to feed him first.

Minnie's Moonlit Monster

Tonight, I'm supposed to be running around Disneyland, tethered to 3 of my co-workers as we race through the park solving impossible quizzes and puzzles. But one of our intrepid team, Ross, seems to have disappeared. Not as intrepid as once thought. And since we cannot play with only 3 on the team, we will be forced to sip cocktails and talk about Disney trivia instead. Seeing as I have a difficult software class at 9am tomorrow, I'm really not heartbroken. Perhaps we'll wait until next year to race to the 5 corners of the Park and do calculus with the addresses on the shops in New Orleans Square.

Or, one of the co-workers will frighten someone into being a forth and I'll be up til 2am anyway. Geesh. I should have stayed hime sick today.

Lumpy Dunc again

Since last Monday, Duncan has been fine but his tumor seems to have grown quite a bit. you could see the changes by hte hour. Finally today, it burst. We had a vet appointment anyway. Turns out it had gotten infected, as tumors do. Necrosis. Who knew? The vet cleaned it up n- it was NASTY. I mean beyond your imagination nasty. But now he's pretty much resting and oozing. We're outside. I'm on the new hammock we purchased this weekend as part of the make Duncan feel better parade. He does love the hammock. But now he's on the love seat. A hummingbird keeps buzzing my head, and a young finch is learning to sing I suppose as he keeps doing it. His dad stays close by, observing and giving pointers. I've come to realize this spring that many baby birds sound the same.

We had a baby mockingbird in the jasmine. He flys now, but I still hear him and his Peter Brady style bird cry. Poor kid. He'll get through puberty soon I hope. What an awkward phase for a bird.