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Who'd've thought?

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2004/02/0223_040223_rattlesnakes.html

My sudden mental image of a dysfunctional rattlesnake clan sniping over the Thanksgiving rat should probably be immediately squelched...

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ursulav

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Who’d've thought?

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2004/02/0223_040223_rattlesnakes.html

My sudden mental image of a dysfunctional rattlesnake clan sniping over the Thanksgiving rat should probably be immediately squelched…

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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I have a zit on my forehead.

Normally this would not be something I'd regale you with, O readers, since A) it's icky, and B) despite being twenty-six, my adolescent acne never really vanished, only went mostly dormant, so it's not really an event. I'm not one of those unfortunate individuals who looks like the surface of Mars, thank god, but at certain times of the month, I do break out. I blame the birth control pills--they're supposed to control acne, but in a minor segment of the population (namely mine) they do rather the opposite. My mother tells me that the advantage to suffering this indignity for the first thirty odd years is that your skin is more elastic in later years, but I really don't care--when I get old, I plan to go dramatically gray, wear exciting hats and purple shirts, drink martinis and curse like a pirate with Tourette's, and if my face doesn't resemble canyon country, I'll lose the total effect.

But anyway, this zit.

If you've ever had a really unpleasant zit in this location, you know that it's like a friggin' third eye in your forehead. People make eye contact with it, then eventually drag their eyes back down front and center. Were it summer, I could wear a tank top and go for the eye-contact trifecta--zit, face, cleavage--but I suppose I gotta deal with the cards I'm handed.

Attempts to conceal the offender behind makeup are generally futile, since it just looks as if your third eye is wearing a little flesh colored hat. Fortunately, working at home means that I'm only self-conscious about it when I go out for Coke and package mailing, and having worked retail in the past, I know the great secret of retail--if you don't kick up a fuss, the clerks don't see you, couldn't pick you out of a line-up five minutes later, and wouldn't bat an eyelash if you had a rhinocerous growing out of your forehead, let alone a belligerant pore. So it's not that big a deal, but damnit, I felt like complaining anyway.

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ursulav

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I have a zit on my forehead.

Normally this would not be something I’d regale you with, O readers, since A) it’s icky, and B) despite being twenty-six, my adolescent acne never really vanished, only went mostly dormant, so it’s not really an event. I’m not one of those unfortunate individuals who looks like the surface of Mars, thank god, but at certain times of the month, I do break out. I blame the birth control pills–they’re supposed to control acne, but in a minor segment of the population (namely mine) they do rather the opposite. My mother tells me that the advantage to suffering this indignity for the first thirty odd years is that your skin is more elastic in later years, but I really don’t care–when I get old, I plan to go dramatically gray, wear exciting hats and purple shirts, drink martinis and curse like a pirate with Tourette’s, and if my face doesn’t resemble canyon country, I’ll lose the total effect.

But anyway, this zit.

If you’ve ever had a really unpleasant zit in this location, you know that it’s like a friggin’ third eye in your forehead. People make eye contact with it, then eventually drag their eyes back down front and center. Were it summer, I could wear a tank top and go for the eye-contact trifecta–zit, face, cleavage–but I suppose I gotta deal with the cards I’m handed.

Attempts to conceal the offender behind makeup are generally futile, since it just looks as if your third eye is wearing a little flesh colored hat. Fortunately, working at home means that I’m only self-conscious about it when I go out for Coke and package mailing, and having worked retail in the past, I know the great secret of retail–if you don’t kick up a fuss, the clerks don’t see you, couldn’t pick you out of a line-up five minutes later, and wouldn’t bat an eyelash if you had a rhinocerous growing out of your forehead, let alone a belligerant pore. So it’s not that big a deal, but damnit, I felt like complaining anyway.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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Today has been my week for belated Christmas gifts, and I love it. kalluna got me a lovely little head of Ganesh for the wall, and ajare_demon (who, until I die, I will think of as a felinoid barbarian named Slash, and have a regrettable tendency to address packages to her thusly) sent me a fantastically marked African locust. It's so cool! It's got magnificently black spotted wings and maroon armor. I could almost understand what supersocks sees in bugs. Almost. It helps that it's dead and looking like an object d'art rather than wiggly and flailing those lovely little limbs about like a bug.

Now I gotta actually get my arse in gear and send Slash her present, which, what with the moving and all...well, y'know.

This is probably my record for most usernames linked in one post, but I was feeling like an overachiver today. In that vein, slapped a bunch of prints into frames and hung them, (mostly from trades which had been languishing unhung,) did laundry (requires laundromat) mailed schtuff, sent various essential e-maily bits and got various essential e-maily replies. Not much work at the moment, but that's to be expected following the move--freelancing is one of those momentum things, and once you shut down for a month, it takes awhile to get the engines heated up again. Should get some work rolling in in a coupla weeks on at least one front, though, so s'all good. And I should really get my arse in gear and do some real paintings while I've got down time.

Now, to finish up the next Digger and get that buffer back in place...

Oh, also--I think I can announce this--Digger's contract was happily renewed at Graphicsmash, so the wombat need not go seeking a new home come March. I wasn't worried, actually, more because of being busy as sin than out of any particular self-assurance, but it's nice to know.

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ursulav

(no subject)

Today has been my week for belated Christmas gifts, and I love it. kalluna got me a lovely little head of Ganesh for the wall, and ajare_demon (who, until I die, I will think of as a felinoid barbarian named Slash, and have a regrettable tendency to address packages to her thusly) sent me a fantastically marked African locust. It’s so cool! It’s got magnificently black spotted wings and maroon armor. I could almost understand what gryllus sees in bugs. Almost. It helps that it’s dead and looking like an object d’art rather than wiggly and flailing those lovely little limbs about like a bug.

Now I gotta actually get my arse in gear and send Slash her present, which, what with the moving and all…well, y’know.

This is probably my record for most usernames linked in one post, but I was feeling like an overachiver today. In that vein, slapped a bunch of prints into frames and hung them, (mostly from trades which had been languishing unhung,) did laundry (requires laundromat) mailed schtuff, sent various essential e-maily bits and got various essential e-maily replies. Not much work at the moment, but that’s to be expected following the move–freelancing is one of those momentum things, and once you shut down for a month, it takes awhile to get the engines heated up again. Should get some work rolling in in a coupla weeks on at least one front, though, so s’all good. And I should really get my arse in gear and do some real paintings while I’ve got down time.

Now, to finish up the next Digger and get that buffer back in place…

Oh, also–I think I can announce this–Digger’s contract was happily renewed at Graphicsmash, so the wombat need not go seeking a new home come March. I wasn’t worried, actually, more because of being busy as sin than out of any particular self-assurance, but it’s nice to know.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

Disturbing Animal Fact #638

The slime of some slugs is mildly anaesthetic, to dissuade predators. If Animal Planet is to be believed, this fact led to the treatment of toothaches, waaaay back in the day, by sucking on a slug.

I've had very painful toothaches, in recent memory, and I would've done some fairly dramatic things to be rid of them, but even in extremity...no.

breeden
ursulav

Disturbing Animal Fact #638

The slime of some slugs is mildly anaesthetic, to dissuade predators. If Animal Planet is to be believed, this fact led to the treatment of toothaches, waaaay back in the day, by sucking on a slug.

I’ve had very painful toothaches, in recent memory, and I would’ve done some fairly dramatic things to be rid of them, but even in extremity…no.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.