Here is a cute dog in a blanket! His owner says his name is MIDAS! Look at those big soulful eyes!
Some women window-shop online to kill time.
I browse petfinder.com (and craigslist). The bird ads.
Have I ever told you how much I love chickens…? Because I do! I think chickens are awesome creatures. What is not to love about chickens? Consider how gnarly they look!
|Look at this awesome chicken! Adopt him if you can. His face! His feet! His nifty tail!|
|This is a beautiful chicken. See how perfect his feathers are.|
They look fantastical. They look monstrous. Gorgeous. Look at those faces. Tell me it isn’t true.
They also do everything right. They are predictable. They are docile. They are delicious (is that obscene?). The babies are so cute to look at that I wish I had a baby chick on my desk with me right now!
And they come from eggs. How cool is that?
I love chickens!
Oh ma gawd, Parrot just melted my heart!
I walked in the door ten minutes ago. It’s 3 in the morning. I was going to make a snack, so I let Parrot out of her cage. I gave her a peanut. Then I went to my desk in my bedroom.
Parrot flew from her cage and landed on my shoulder! She came to me! She’s never done that before–flown to me. She is sitting here on my shoulder right now!
I feel so badly about neglecting her to spend all day and night at work. She deserves better.
Here is beautiful Parrot. I wish I was as pretty as Parrot!
I saw this flyer on a pole in the East Village this evening. I thought it was sad, so I wanted to do my part:
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This poor dove, LoviDovi, is missing. If you have any information please call 1 212 388 9780
I hate it when I hear about people’s birds getting away. Parrot is clipped. I’m seriously considering letting her feathers grow out so that she can fledge, but it makes me nervous because I’ve heard so many stories of birds flown out the window. Realistically, that is unlikely to happen in my apartment…I guess there is something to be said about living in a 19th century Jacob Riis-esque walkup after all…natural light? Who needs natural light? Don’t you know sunlight gives you wrinkles and skin cancer?
Still hunting for Threepenny Opera tickets. Tomorrow I will escalate my ticket-grubbing schemes. What I’ve done so far hasn’t panned out.
Am also frightfully broke, so I got on Craigslist and landed a modeling job for tomorrow. I have scrutinized the hell out of it and it seems legit (modeling gigs are a cesspool of scam artists–you have to vett very carefully to get honest, paying work). I’m one to talk–I knocked a year off my age to meet the qualifications, and I’m counting on the HR or secretary person not checking it when I present my ID and sign the modeling release. Whatever–my clavicles can hold their own against any teenaged Ukrainian competition. HA–good thing all that college is paying off!
(note: I am seriously wondering if an academic article with this preposterous title could pass peer review and be published in a social sciences journal somewhere. I honestly think it may be possible.)
This is how Parrot looked today when I tried to give her a treat. Usually she eats from my hand eagerly.
I am working on a sexier blog post (at least, sexy to me), but since I had such a crappy day, I wrote this one instead.
Also, in the bottom is Rooster’s new home. I got tired of the substrate (that’s code for: I couldn’t deal with the algae anymore. Too much sunlight around my desk).
Today when I went to feed my betta fish, Rooster, and clean his home, I saw that he had built a bubble nest! See pic:
Male betta fish build bubble nests in the hope that when a female betta fish comes along, she will be enticed by the nest to mate with him and spawn.
I feel a little sorry for Rooster. I’m sure he built his nest with such high hopes (or the highest hopes a little fish could have). He has no idea that he will never, ever meet a female betta fish, much less spawn. I wonder what he would say if he had an intellect and powers of comprehension. Probably something like, “I never signed up for this, asshole!”
The parrot is well. I have joined a parrot forum to learn how to make her as healthy and happy as possible. In a few minutes, I’m going to let her out of her cage to watch TV with me. I think Gordon Ramsay is my all-time favorite TV sadist (he’ll get some special attention on this blog in time, no doubt). One would think that after last night’s events, I would have reached maximum saturation re: sadism and suffering, but apparently my appetite for such things is insatiable. Relentless.
Here’s a photo of parrot eating a nut (in case you couldn’t figure that out for yourself, haha).
Here’s a photo I took of myself today en route to Hoboken. Sorry it’s so small; I must be mindful of my privacy. I love white–like to think it’s flattering on me. But it’s so difficult to keep clean–especially in NYC where the public transit is grimy! Tip for potential visitors: carry bottles of hand sanitizer!
After I got my head examined, I took photos of random dogs I saw around Hoboken. I am crazy for animals. Aren’t these dogs great? I especially love this bizarre small furry one; he looks so weird, and I like weird. I have a special affection for mutts. Some people get offended when I use that word, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. Mutts are very special. One of my favorite dogs was a mutt…actually, wait, that’s not fair. All my dogs have been my favorite. That is what makes dogs so special; each one is different, and you love each one in a different way–not one more than another.
|Australian Cattle Dog mix? What a handsome jack, and smart as a whip!|
|Beagle something…? I love his asymmetrical white socks! He’s pissed and waiting impatiently outside of the hardware store.|
If you’re disappointed by the cutesy tone of this post, gentle reader, never fear: I need my fix, and my friend Heinrich has invited me over for supper tomorrow evening. Or, rather, for suppertime. I have no idea whether dining will be involved.
But there will definitely be something on the menu, food or otherwise (is that pun terrible?). He has plans; detailed plans. He is like me; there is nothing spontaneous in his character.
I do not think that I will be able to wear the dress I wore today on Monday. I cannot vouch for the pristine condition of my hide. We’ll see how it goes. I will not show anyone else, but I will show you.