Category: Insects/Critters

Chlamyphorus truncatus

Chlamyphorus truncatus
To own you as a pet would give me status
An insectivore from Argentina
And the cutest little critter ever seen-a
You’ll eat exotic arthropods by the pound
I’ll never get to see you cause you’re underground
You’ll never ever sleep upon my pillow
Chlamyphorus truncatus: Pink Fairy Armadillo!
You will never get much bigger than my hand
Pandas always get more press & I don’t understand
You have armour plates upon your back and butt
which are tinted a most pleasing shade of pink

From the list of squee you never shall be cut

You’re my favouritest animal I think

Smallest in the fam’ly Dasypodidae
Proud member of the order Cingulata
You won’t be long, & nor should I
Cause I’ve run out of interesting data

Spoken: Really, we don’t know much about this remarkable mammal, apart from it being really good at hide and seek.

Chlamyphorus truncatus
To own you as a pet would give me status
An insectivore from the Argentine
A-a-a-and the cutest little critter anybody’s ever seen!

Intruder alert!

Video from the cat door at about 1am on October 31. Along with the alien cat intrusions, this explains why Eddie guards the cat door at night. The large object next to the door is not an albino Horta; it’s packing material from a TV box. Next step: install a motion-activated light outside the door.

Incremental progress

Good news first, I have been asked to come in and talk to a recruiter this afternoon.  This is the closest I’ve gotten to genuine job hunting activity in months so I am obviously thrilled.

Bad news. I’ve lowered the price and still can’t get anybody interested in the cafe; I will have to break the lease.  HEAVY HEAVY SIGH.

Tarot for Atheists, a couple of hundred words’ worth of progress.

Turkey soup is on the stove – I will adjust seasoning shortly and then start freezing it in containers. Jeff can’t stand the smell of the bones, and has no idea how this sentence would have ended if I hadn’t backspaced over it.

Replaced cpap machine with one that smells a little less disgusting.  I must make a purchase decision within 2 weeks.

Completed writing down a song, converted it to midi and fired it off to mOm.  I only have another hundred songs to write out.  It really IS the Song That Never Ends.

Herewith today’s linkorama:

Crowdsourcing Tolstoy. 

This guy and guys like him are why I make no further efforts to date.

Fighting sexism… using MATH.

My cat wants an escape pod.

If you rape a girl and leave her naked outside in freezing weather, and you work for your family’s restaurant, and your local prosecutor despite eyewitnesses and video refuses to prosecute, and then the whole town turns on the rape victim and burns her house down, well, the internet just might give bad reviews to your restaurant.

Little yawning kitties.

 

 

I am settled into my room at the Double Tree Worthington

Cindy will arrive shortly and go straight to sleep in my room. I will find something to do with myself while she kips and waits for her room to be ready – I am thinking I might like to go look at the enslaved animals, if only in remembrance of the other Ohio animals who didn’t make it.  Besides, they have bonobos, and I ain’t never seen any.  Or I could wander down to the “German Village” room (!?) and see if anybody is filking yet.  Or maybe I’ll say fuck it and go to Macy’s.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Starbucks coffee is nauseatingly bad.  They may be proud to serve it but I’m a fool to drink it.

Gadhafi’s STILL dead, sic semper tyrannis.

So far, except for the coffee, I am loving this hotel.  The staff are really, really professional, friendly and courteous.  Room was supposed to be non-smoking, when I bleated they fixed it without a hiccup.

Weather’s like Vancouver, but windy.

I got selected for ‘special screening’ yesterday.  O goody.  I also got yelled at by every single one of the ‘security theatre’ staff, to the point that I would say “Please don’t yell at me,” not that it helped.  Note to self – travel in slip-ons next time.

“Miles Vorkosigan’s” filk of Lady Miss Banjola’s “Wreck of the Crash” MUST GET LYRICS and sing for my pOp.

It’s about the legal repercussions of losing your hotel room key, and it, like the song it’s based on is bloody hilarious.  YES there was filking last night and it was still going on when I went to bed at midnight local time.

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!