slightly asian, non-cajun rage

Another valuable bit of self-knowledge was realized on the train platform this morning.

Though incessant days of (cold) high winds likely play a part to some degree, apparently a young adult girl sporting a Dorothy Hamil haircut (a la bowl) incenses me. To urges of violence. On sight. Like a junkyard dog.

The band instruments in tow by her and an obnoxious co-tow-er didn't help.

Co-: Ohmuhgawwwd! We have to get off on the other side!
me: It's okay. We're probably all getting off here.

And when the doors opened, they still flew into a panic and pushed their tourist arses through everyone else exiting, knocking throngs with gigantic encased band instruments. Hair judgment? Justified.

god-sitters

Wouldn't this have been a way more interesting gig, the god-sitting, than any of the little (allegedly) mortal children we were paid meager hourly wages to keep safe?

GS: Okay, you little god, go brush your teeth.
LG: But I don't wanna go to bed!
GS: You can choose your bedtime book.
LG: But I don't need to sleep and I know all the stories. Ever. Every last one. And most aren't that good.
GS: God's teeth!
LG: Will not be brushed!

ventro-ventral with our animal friends

Ventro-ventral copulation that is.

I was trying to find video of the missionary position gorillas (more endearing than missionary gorillas running us down to convert, yes). Alas, only still photo mentions have been found. The female gorilla, Leah, did what us hetero-girl-types do and went for the alpha male. Of her and her silverback, a scientist commented, "It is also interesting that this same adult female has been noted for innovative behaviours before." The innovative behavior referenced? Her 2005 testing the depths of the waters. (Just beginning or intentional humorous foreshadowing?) Oh, Leah! What would Victorian scientists have had to say of you? You are both a primate and a female, yet so clever.

Of course, Leah might've grabbed the little Victorian men's arms and torn them a new, erm, asunder. Me? Here? Ya, completely fine with that option.

But on this same animal "friendly" note, an excerpt of classic conversation from last night:

Junie: The little guy* I'm dog-sitting? I leave NPR on for him when I'm gone, which is - as you both know - most of the time.
Julia: Great, so he'll wind up writing a book. On neglect.



* I'm pretty sure she is dog-sitting a dog.

correction

It's spelled Godd.