It's interesting that she switches direction morning and night, from what I've seen.
Not that I have the feed up in one corner of my wide screen all the time or anything.
It makes me wonder if she adjusts to face into the prevailing wind direction so her feathers don't get ruffled.
You said in another thread that the two have different colored beaks. Now that it's morning, I can see something besides the Big Ball of Fire, but s/he's only showing her/his tail!
Don't they know this is their chance to grab 15 minutes of fame? Birdbrains.
EDIT: What's so Chaotic Evil about these birds, anyway? ;)
Gary Teter wrote:
What? No integration? No differentiation? No FFT's? No fun.
... I thought you said gestating. >.<
Yeah. I think people, in general, are better than the news stories would have us believe. This didn't make it on to the media's radar.
They had to hire a hunter to thin the deer near my mom's house. Many had starved the previous winter and they didn't want to go through that again.
The guy shot a couple hundred. The carcasses were donated to shelters and pantries and the butchers kicked in their services for free.
The storms last night hippity-hoppitied all around the area but missed us. Our sirens went off three times and it did rather sound like a train once, but we stayed in the basement so don't know what was going on overhead. I was afraid my computer was a casualty of the sudden power outages but it seems to be better now.
The good news is that it's now in the 40's instead of the 80's - much better temp for the folks doing the cleanup of wreckage and trees.
Amazing. I've had this stomach virus for four days now. Am I going to die from emptying out my own organs?
I had that a few months ago. Oddly, I felt much better after being ill than I had before. I hope yours goes away quickly. I used homemade oral rehydration solution, 1 liter per day, to keep electrolytes balanced, and sipped water the rest of the time for hydration.
Today is the first day in weeks I've walked entirely without crutches. Granted, I didn't do much walking, but it was all crutch-free. So naturally, as I'm limping through the dark living room to turn on the light, I trip over the bundled pop-up tent, which has fallen off the pile waiting to go to storage. It was a complete surprise, so I took quite a hard fall, mostly on my good knee.
End result is... still not using crutches! In fact, the limp is now a bit more even. I'm immensely pleased that this knee is healing. The last time it blew out like this, it took a grand and three shots of Synvisc to fix. Now, with no insurance or money, I think time, NSAIDs, exercise, and glucosamine are going to do it for practically no cost. I'm so thrilled!
But then you have to deal with... the Topographi!
I run a game with some of my friends and have managed to get my boyfriend interested in playing, but recently realized he may be feeling uncomfortable about gaming alone with so many women. That got me thinking.
Do males play RPG's? Sure, I see a lot of boys... er, males... er, men (What is politically correct? I don't want to be offensive) at Gamestop and the other video game stores, but it seems to be strictly ladies' night at the gaming table and VTT.
So, do males enjoy role play? You know, beyond hitting stuff and blowing it up? I want to make my game fun for everyone, not just for women. How do I get them engaged in the game when we're not killing things?
Is there anything special we should do at the table to make males feel comfortable? Obviously, the talk about 'Aunt Flo' needs to stop when men are present. Do the scantily-clad, sexy pictures of the characters we girls identify with make men feel uncomfortable? Maybe we should cover our gaming books?
And what about male characters? I realized that my male NPC's tend to be stereotypically aggressive, smelly jerks. What should I do to make them more human... you know, more like a woman?
I appreciate any advice. I want the games I run to be welcoming to the other 49% of the population.
After a quarter-hour's walk, the party has settled into a trudging cadence, and Nicea begins to sing to the beat of their steps.
The party goes marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The party goes marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The party goes marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The party goes marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah
The party goes marching five by five, hurrah, hurrah
The party goes marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah
Clara sobs as Dan slumps to the floor and gives a cry of dismay at Jin's death. "Now what we gonna do, with no detective?"
She glares around defiantly. "Y'all may think ill of me, but Dan was a good friend ta me and Mama 'afore she died. He made sure we got bread every day, even if it was what he din't sell that day. Some days was all we had. He had a good heart. Guess I didn't know everythin' 'bout him, but he was a good guy in some ways." She sniffles. "I'll miss 'im."