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Ze Issues!

Following the meme, and since it IS an election year...my stance on the Burning Issues of our Time. (Some of which I don't think are all that burning, mind you--I wouldn't have listed the legal drinking age and premarital sex as even issues, but there you go.)

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breeden
ursulav

Ze Issues!

Following the meme, and since it IS an election year…my stance on the Burning Issues of our Time. (Some of which I don’t think are all that burning, mind you–I wouldn’t have listed the legal drinking age and premarital sex as even issues, but there you go.)

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


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ursulav

On a lighter note...

My little peat pots of seed starts, out on the deck, kept getting knocked over. I cursed the squirrels silently, and righted them.

Today, hearing a small peaty "Thud!" I rushed out, and discovered--one of those jaunty-butted Carolina wrens, blithely knocking crap over right and left. It flipped its tail at me and fluttered off.

So, I would like to issue a public apology to the squirrels. Only for this, mind you--you little fuzzy buggers are STILL guilty of eating my bird feeder and carrying off the other bird feeder and dismantling the OTHER bird feeder and ripping holes in the other OTHER bird feeder, but you weren't the ones knocking over my seedlings. So I'm sorry that I thought dark and vile thoughts about you for that.

All the other dark and vile thoughts, however, were richly deserved, especially the one with the cuttlefish and the flamethrower, and I regret nothing.

breeden
ursulav

On a lighter note…

My little peat pots of seed starts, out on the deck, kept getting knocked over. I cursed the squirrels silently, and righted them.

Today, hearing a small peaty “Thud!” I rushed out, and discovered–one of those jaunty-butted Carolina wrens, blithely knocking crap over right and left. It flipped its tail at me and fluttered off.

So, I would like to issue a public apology to the squirrels. Only for this, mind you–you little fuzzy buggers are STILL guilty of eating my bird feeder and carrying off the other bird feeder and dismantling the OTHER bird feeder and ripping holes in the other OTHER bird feeder, but you weren’t the ones knocking over my seedlings. So I’m sorry that I thought dark and vile thoughts about you for that.

All the other dark and vile thoughts, however, were richly deserved, especially the one with the cuttlefish and the flamethrower, and I regret nothing.

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


breeden
ursulav

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I have a bizarre urge to do something with the caption "I'm not sayin' it wasn't your brother-in-law, Bob, I'm jes sayin' he had a whole lotta legs on 'im!"

I have no idea what image could possibly justify such a caption, mind you, but the phrase is rattling in my head like gravel in the washing machine.

I would like to attribute this to all those drugs in my youth, but without a control me to test against, I can't prove that I wouldn't have been weird anyway.

breeden
ursulav

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I have a bizarre urge to do something with the caption “I’m not sayin’ it wasn’t your brother-in-law, Bob, I’m jes sayin’ he had a whole lotta legs on ‘im!”

I have no idea what image could possibly justify such a caption, mind you, but the phrase is rattling in my head like gravel in the washing machine.

I would like to attribute this to all those drugs in my youth, but without a control me to test against, I can’t prove that I wouldn’t have been weird anyway.

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


breeden
ursulav

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O brilliant bird people! Do any of you know what the heck this is?

http://www.metalandmagic.com/Images/LJimages/injuredbird.jpg

It was a sort of olive-drab color on top, a bit smaller than a robin. It was doing the my-wing-hurts dance, and one of its feet didn't seem to be doing too well either--it could hop, and by means of mad fluttering, get a little lift from branch to branch, but it was obviously not going to be flying.

I felt bad for it, but since I wasn't going to go clambering up a tree to catch it, not wanting a broken appendage myself, it presumably has by now met the fate that nature generally metes out to small birds with injured wings.

My attempts to identify it in a bird book have been largely foiled by the vast number of small brownish birds with white breasts, so I'm appealing to y'all's brilliance.

Oh, also, new art!

http://yerf.com/vernursu/unicorncard.jpg

I don't know what it means, or why it's there, but it's acrylic 24 x 24 on canvas. I'm chalking it up to "Ursula's brain occasionally does these things..." and calling it good.

breeden
ursulav

(no subject)

O brilliant bird people! Do any of you know what the heck this is?

http://www.metalandmagic.com/Images/LJimages/injuredbird.jpg

It was a sort of olive-drab color on top, a bit smaller than a robin. It was doing the my-wing-hurts dance, and one of its feet didn’t seem to be doing too well either–it could hop, and by means of mad fluttering, get a little lift from branch to branch, but it was obviously not going to be flying.

I felt bad for it, but since I wasn’t going to go clambering up a tree to catch it, not wanting a broken appendage myself, it presumably has by now met the fate that nature generally metes out to small birds with injured wings.

My attempts to identify it in a bird book have been largely foiled by the vast number of small brownish birds with white breasts, so I’m appealing to y’all’s brilliance.

Oh, also, new art!

http://yerf.com/vernursu/unicorncard.jpg

I don’t know what it means, or why it’s there, but it’s acrylic 24 x 24 on canvas. I’m chalking it up to “Ursula’s brain occasionally does these things…” and calling it good.

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