LUNCH BREAK

Bush tits.  A bush tit made a spectacular kill of some small flying insect about 1.5 metres from my head.  Never saw the like for sheer exuberance.  Sat on a branch eying me while going om nom nom.

BLACKBERRIES.  Not the narsty imported Scottish ones, the amazing tiny local ones.  I can haz secrut stash.

Ant hills.  Accidentally kicked the top off one and for some reason the eggs were all just under the surface and ants BOILED UP out of the ground.  Picture Allegra screeching and jumping back.  Yeah.  Jeff’s smiling.

Skippers.  http://www.goert.ca/documents/Butterfly_ID_sheet.pdf  Woot!

Duly noted

Norwegian shooter-bomber steals large hunks of his manifesto from the Unabomber.

Catholic church argues that CC cannot be sued over priestly indiscretions (oops, child rape) because priests are not employees.  o.O

Watched, for the first time, When Harry Met Sally….

It was weird to have a weekend with no Keith in it – he was in Victoria.

Regarding my new squib at the top of the blog

Obviously I’m referencing what’s going on with Katie.  Donald elaborated, when I asked.   “It’s originally, as most truly telling insights are, from a waitress at a diner. I got it from a guy who was commiserating with a waitress in a roadside place in the middle of nowhere, Nebraska: he was on the run from Scientology; she from Biff.”

 

Last day of vacation

Some people never get a vacation, so I guess I should be happy about that.  Today I will make no predictions about what I’ll do.

Heard from Carrie and got her new address.  She’s living on Haida Gwai the lucky woman.  I’ve never even visited there.

Paul is a day late getting back from Ontario, where he was hiking with Tish and Terry.  He said he had a marvellous time.

Keith was over and we Deadwooded for a while.

I asked Peggy the other day what else was going on in her life besides baby Greg and she laughed.

Here’s my latest facebook post (in the filker group):

While perusing a Latin English dictionary for another purpose, I discovered a word that would be perfect for a filkcon name: Concino. Means “to sing in chorus” “to play together” “to agree in saying” “to agree” “to sing together” “to celebrate” and “to prophesy”.

Then somebody asked me if I wanted to be conchair.  My response:

Take me now, Cthulhu! I couldn’t organize a bash at a brewery.