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It’s fire season, folks, which means that I’m sick, I’m trapped inside (on bad days, in my room, with the windows taped up and the door stuffed with towels, and no air conditioning), and very very bored. This year, at least, I have a new tool that lets me go out of my house on good days:
Isn’t it beautiful? Yeah no. But it might make it possible for me to make it to summer classes, at least on good days, and leave my room on bad days. On the other hand, I am on a quest to find ways ofdisguising my Equalist leanings hiding my frightening looking but necessary assistive technology that isn’t horribly culturally appropriative (seriously, headscarf or paper bag is all I’ve got). Part of me wants to say “screw how other people see it, if you can’t handle my visible disability, that’s your problem!” but the rest of me doesn’t want to look weird.
Since my people watching has been curtailed, the house animals seem veeeeeeery interesting (I’m BORED, people!) so you have to listen to me ramble about them, muahahahahaha! Or you could click away, I guess...
But anyway, due to my mother’s conure, Chile developing a deep love for Alphie Boe singing Nessun Dorma, which has expanded to a fondness for Italian opera more generally, right before my mom read an article about the beneficial effects music can have on pet birds’ quality of life, we’ve been trying to find out our flock’s musical tastes. The results thus far are hopelessly mixed. Chile hates all other music, and attacks my mother, who has a lovely voice, when she tries to sing, which is why we always thought she hated music. My ring-neck parakeet, Pepe rocks out to Queen and the Monkees, but my cockatiels figured out how to pause my iTunes just to make it stop. Meanwhile, the lovebirds don’t care what music is on as long as they can eat my sheet music.
Hmmm... I think we’ll leave the bird room free for bird calls, at least for now.
We did have two important events in the Social Interactions of the Fish House Humans, and Other Animals of Various Species this week. Last night, Chile came down from Mom’s shoulder to say hi to me. Chile and I get along really well for the most part, but when Mom’s there, I’m chopped liver. Now, she’s opening up to being friendly simultaneously with both of us. She’s very neurotic, because she was left alone in a cage for a year just after leaving her clutch, and this is progress.
And this morning, Amy, my seizure alert dog and my dad’s beloved chow/akita mix, got out this morning. I freaked out, yelled for reinforcements, and dashed into the street. And there Amy was, next to the mailbox. I called her name, and went “Oh crap, now she’s going to bolt!” and she just sat down, wagged at me, and waited for me to take her home. You got to understand, she was wild when we found her. She just walked into our yard one day and we dragged her inside. when we first got her, she made some extremely inventive and nearly successful escape attempts. Now seven years later, she wags and says “Okay, you caught me, let’s go home.”
And then I get sick because I left the house without my mask.
In other news, I now have an AO3 account. I feel so behind the times.
Isn’t it beautiful? Yeah no. But it might make it possible for me to make it to summer classes, at least on good days, and leave my room on bad days. On the other hand, I am on a quest to find ways of
Since my people watching has been curtailed, the house animals seem veeeeeeery interesting (I’m BORED, people!) so you have to listen to me ramble about them, muahahahahaha! Or you could click away, I guess...
But anyway, due to my mother’s conure, Chile developing a deep love for Alphie Boe singing Nessun Dorma, which has expanded to a fondness for Italian opera more generally, right before my mom read an article about the beneficial effects music can have on pet birds’ quality of life, we’ve been trying to find out our flock’s musical tastes. The results thus far are hopelessly mixed. Chile hates all other music, and attacks my mother, who has a lovely voice, when she tries to sing, which is why we always thought she hated music. My ring-neck parakeet, Pepe rocks out to Queen and the Monkees, but my cockatiels figured out how to pause my iTunes just to make it stop. Meanwhile, the lovebirds don’t care what music is on as long as they can eat my sheet music.
Hmmm... I think we’ll leave the bird room free for bird calls, at least for now.
We did have two important events in the Social Interactions of the Fish House Humans, and Other Animals of Various Species this week. Last night, Chile came down from Mom’s shoulder to say hi to me. Chile and I get along really well for the most part, but when Mom’s there, I’m chopped liver. Now, she’s opening up to being friendly simultaneously with both of us. She’s very neurotic, because she was left alone in a cage for a year just after leaving her clutch, and this is progress.
And this morning, Amy, my seizure alert dog and my dad’s beloved chow/akita mix, got out this morning. I freaked out, yelled for reinforcements, and dashed into the street. And there Amy was, next to the mailbox. I called her name, and went “Oh crap, now she’s going to bolt!” and she just sat down, wagged at me, and waited for me to take her home. You got to understand, she was wild when we found her. She just walked into our yard one day and we dragged her inside. when we first got her, she made some extremely inventive and nearly successful escape attempts. Now seven years later, she wags and says “Okay, you caught me, let’s go home.”
And then I get sick because I left the house without my mask.
In other news, I now have an AO3 account. I feel so behind the times.
