Ok, how is this story about whales being stressed out by noise new? This has been known for YEARS and it’s been highly suspected that mass beachings are a direct result of noise pollution and the resulting stress on the animals. Well, as long as people pay attention, I guess.
I really love the word boom. It has such a great mouthfeel. BOOM
I’m sick and tired of corgis! Corgis, corgis, fucking corgis all over tumblr (and fucking pugs). Yeah, sure, they’re cute, but so are many other dogs, omg, ease UP. And now the frogman has one too, uuuuggghhhhh.
That said, since I got a Jack Russell, I see goddamn Jack Russells everywhere. Not actual dogs, but pictures and drawings of them. I guess they’re photogenic because they always look so happy.
We’re in Greensboro, NC now, and so far I’m liking this town. It helps that we’re within walking distance of the building so I don’t have to take the bus, and within reasonable walking distance of a shopping center with a Barnes & Noble in it. I love my nook but the book selection is rather lame once you leave the fiction section.
It takes a good 40 minutes to get to the stores and we went and took the puppy along today. He managed it with a lot less whining than my kid, and only asked to be picked up a few times. Now he’s sleeping like a log. I think it’s safe to say that at 3.5 months he’s surpassed my son in physical stamina.
Next week we’ll be in Richmond, Virgina and after that in Philadelphia. Anybody up there to come visit me? I know we’ll be in a couple of NJ states as well soon. Ringling. com has a tour schedule up.
So yeah … that’s my update. Carry on.
I had to finish my son’s milk. Because what else am I going to do with it, dump it? Hell no, I paid for that. I poured in some Bailey’s and it’s now 100 times better. Oh god, it’s so good!
/this is why I’m fat
Headphones and laptop at the dinner table, because both my husband and my son are disgusting mouth open chewers. GROSS
Do you ever have completely irrational outbursts of seething anger out of nowhere? I’m in the middle of one of those, I think I snapped after my dog took a shit in the bathroom, and I’m having a hard time snapping out of it. Like, how FUCKING STUPID do you have to be to shit inside after two months of training, without giving me any sign other than whining a bit, which could also mean ‘I want whatever you’re eating’ or ‘I want on the couch’? I’m not a goddamn mindreader, dog!
Now everything is pissing me off - that it’s dark already, that my headphones are broken and we have close neighbors, so I can’t even turn on loud music to get my frustrations out, that we’re standing on cement, so there isn’t even anywhere to go for a walk now, oh, and also it’s DARK already, so we can’t leave the train lot for fear of rapists and drug dealers (yeah, we’re always parked in nice neighborhoods), how stinking small our “room” is (to give you an idea - there is just enough floor space for a large man to lie down without moving his arms from his side. Ask me how I know.) …. and and and
and I think I’m calming down a bit. But yeah. Every once in a while some little string in me just goes *ping* and a whole dirty mess of piled up little annoyance comes tumbling down all at once.
I need a cigarette.
Quick aside - I ended up downloading The Hunger Games on my nook because the free little tid bit they give you was interesting and it turned out to be a very fun and entertaining read.
As for the movie, the girl playing Katniss looks absolutely *nothing* like I imagined her (too tall, muscly and ‘curvy’) but the guy playing Peeta looks like he walked straight out of my mind. Eerie, really.
I miss tumblr.
Maybe it’s just this time of year or maybe all the changes I’ve been through in the last month, but I’ve been feeling really down and angry the last few days. I don’t like summer, bright sun and heat, and I’ve had enough of it in the last few weeks to last me years! I miss snow and numb fingertips, cuddling up under a blanket and drinking hot tea, putting on layers of clothes to go outside and all those other little things that make winter not just bearable, but fun and necessary. This weather is wrong!
The prospect of having to live for the next to years in this tiny space is really starting to freak me out. I’m already borderline claustrophobic, add to this my general dislike of being around humans in close proximity for too long, even (especially?) my own husband, and I’ve just been feeling like a dog on a too short chain a lot. Maybe it will get easier once the season starts and the shows distract us all. So far, the only job opportunity that has presented itself is in concessions, which basically means hawking cotton candy and popcorn to the audience, otherwise known as the exact fucking job I *didn’t* want. I hate working with food and I hate selling. The money is potentially pretty good, depending on the size of the town, but the hours are long (four hours before the shows start to after the last show is done - basically 6 am to 11 pm for *maybe* $200/day).
I’m having my reservations - I know I’ll hate it and I’ll hate having my son in daycare all day and the dog in a cage. We could use the money though and Alex is pushing for it so we can make a down payment on a house in a year or so. All I want to do is crawl into a small space with my laptop and escape by reblogging pretty pictures. Pretty pictures of moths and beautiful people. I miss tumblr.
Anon, I will answer your question tonight, now I have to get ready to catch the bus to the fair grounds, where the circus is currently in winter quarters, and see if I can’t score some paid work or at least another hilarious segway crash. Later taters.
Stupid pictures posting sideways!
Anyway, survived the party, talked to several people about getting a job (was offered one in wardrobe … um, I can’t sew worth shit), petted some horses, saw elephants walk tail to trunk and then sat around watching rehearsals.
There was a segway crash which was pretty funny even though the manager said not to laugh (a SEGWAY crash, how can you not laugh?). There’s also a group of what I was told are shaolin monks but I’m not sure if they’re real shaolin monks (don’t they usually wear orange?) or just a bunch of Chinese dudes, but their routine was pretty intimidating, fake swords and all. Nobody will be crossing those guys :S
Going back again tomorrow to talk to the general manager about getting work again. The guy looks so much like the T-1000 terminator that it’s kind of scary and fascinating. Wish me luck!
Hey tumblr, I am so freaking busy I don’t have time for you. Rehearsal will be starting full force tomorrow and I put Matvey in daycare for the first time today, he’s going again tomorrow. I don’t have a job yet, talked to the guy responsible for that today and he said he’d say what he can do, so I’ll be reminding him every day to find me a good job.
Meanwhile it’s been a whirlwind of making this little space home, running round stores buying necessities and what little comforts will fit. Matvey’s 5th birthday was yesterday, so that was another bit of shopping for decorations, presents and cake. In the end, he was so excited by what presents we got him first (r/c car, play doh, Magic school bus Nintendo DS game and a kitty pillow (you know those pillow pals) that he picked out at the store) that he didn’t even open his last two presents (both puzzles) yet!
We’ve also been going to little bbqs, meeting people and trying to remember everybody’s names. Once the show starts I might not even have time to go online every day, depending on what job I’ll have of course.
So yeah, that’s that. I’ll try to queue up a few photos for y’all to see.
Right, we’re in florida alright
It’s the same country, but there are so many differences it might as well not be.
- I’ve never seen a whole bin full of collard greens in a store
- Kelsey, what are those plants that have seeds like acorns but are not oaks?
- The grass here has spikey attack seed balls that will bury themselves into your skin!
- You can buy gator meat at the store
- People drive like they’re on a flippin’ race track!
Last night I was reading “Animals Make Us Human” by the wonderful Temple Grandin. Everything was going great, it was a good read, interesting and entertaining, until I came to a part that made me shut the book quite suddenly. I then had to sit quietly and reexamine my life, because apparently everything I ever knew about wolves is wrong.
So apparently wild wolves do not have such a hierarchical set-up as alpha males or alpha pairs. Wild wolves (in the wild) live in family units of one father, one mother and their cubs. Wolves have nuclear families! The reason almost everybody believes wolves live in packs with an alpha couples and several lower animals is that most wolves were studied either in captivity or in artificial situations where several unrelated wolves were forced to share a space. In cases like those, wolves would establish a top-down hierarchy to keep everybody from killing each other.
I need to read up that particular study more, but if this is true, many things dog trainers believe about dogs (basically baby wolves) are plain false.
I know it sounds ridiculous that something so small would impact me so severely, but … the ‘alpha male’ theory for canines is so ingrained in my thinking that it’ll be a bit of work to change that. Just shows you that you just don’t know how much you don’t know and even if you think you know something it could be wrong.
