TGIF I think
Oct. 29th, 2010 08:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altivoThis weekend might be less hectic than the last one. Though the gallery show gets taken down tomorrow afternoon and I have to help with that. Gary goes into Chicago on Sunday for the Dark Morris (Pratchett anyone?) so I'll be animal care that day for sure.
Yesterday I saw juncos at the library. I expect to see them here at the house as soon as I'm home in the daytime when they might be visible. Called a "snowbird" by some, the junco is a traditional sign that winter is upon us. When the snow melts away in the spring they disappear back up into Canada. There are two color phases, the "Oregon junco" and the "slate backed junco" both of which are now considered a single species. We get both the brownish Oregon colored ones and the slate gray ones here. Collectively they are known as "dark eyed juncos."
Special pointless announcement: We have already voted. You idiot phonedrones can quit calling our number now, because it's too late. You could save yourselves a lot of time by paying attention to "do not call" anyway. Yeah, I know you made yourselves exempt from it, but that's irrelevant. When political campaigners call my phone to try to waste my time convincing me to support their air-headed candidate, all it does is convince me NOT to support their air-headed candidate. Get it? DO NOT CALL means just what it says. I do not welcome ANY calls that aren't from friends, or relatives, or about personal business. We took advantage of Illinois' new early voting provisions, and went over to Marengo yesterday afternoon to vote. We were the only ones there other than the two election judges, though someone left as we went in, and someone came in as we left. Much less hectic than actually voting on election day, let me tell you.
Still absorbing factoids about Richard the Lionhearted and his family, and thinking of obnoxious jokes to make of it all. I hope I can keep the funny happening fast enough for this thing.
I think I've got a mild RSS irritation in my right wrist from using a mouse too much, so I'm going to try to stay away from the computer more this weekend. Shouldn't be too hard.
Yesterday I saw juncos at the library. I expect to see them here at the house as soon as I'm home in the daytime when they might be visible. Called a "snowbird" by some, the junco is a traditional sign that winter is upon us. When the snow melts away in the spring they disappear back up into Canada. There are two color phases, the "Oregon junco" and the "slate backed junco" both of which are now considered a single species. We get both the brownish Oregon colored ones and the slate gray ones here. Collectively they are known as "dark eyed juncos."
Special pointless announcement: We have already voted. You idiot phonedrones can quit calling our number now, because it's too late. You could save yourselves a lot of time by paying attention to "do not call" anyway. Yeah, I know you made yourselves exempt from it, but that's irrelevant. When political campaigners call my phone to try to waste my time convincing me to support their air-headed candidate, all it does is convince me NOT to support their air-headed candidate. Get it? DO NOT CALL means just what it says. I do not welcome ANY calls that aren't from friends, or relatives, or about personal business. We took advantage of Illinois' new early voting provisions, and went over to Marengo yesterday afternoon to vote. We were the only ones there other than the two election judges, though someone left as we went in, and someone came in as we left. Much less hectic than actually voting on election day, let me tell you.
Still absorbing factoids about Richard the Lionhearted and his family, and thinking of obnoxious jokes to make of it all. I hope I can keep the funny happening fast enough for this thing.
I think I've got a mild RSS irritation in my right wrist from using a mouse too much, so I'm going to try to stay away from the computer more this weekend. Shouldn't be too hard.
