Monday, 31 August 2015
I have to be honest; I haven't really thought of anything to blather about. I tried. Well, sort of half-tried. And now I'm hungry, so there you go.
I'll come back later if I actually think of something. In the meantime, at least you have the... rose?
Oh yeah. it was a rose.
Sunday, 30 August 2015
So anyway, here's a begonia that's had the bejeebers photoshopped out of it.
Or into it.
Whichever way works for you, I guess.
Wednesday, 26 August 2015
People suck. Well, not all people all of the time, but when people suck they really, really suck.
And I have to wonder how much it will take before the US realises just how stupid their gun culture is to the rest of the world.
That's all I've got, then. Oh, except on the shallow side I'll tell you that the candle holder was given to me by an uncle. It's soapstone. Not that it has anything to do with anything, but some of you may have wondered.
I sure hope that people suck less tomorrow.
Tuesday, 18 August 2015
Monday, 17 August 2015
Anyway. In honour of Black Cat Appreciation Day, I present two non-black cats. Tom doesn't count because of the white bits, you see.
Black cats have been treated horribly over the years for very stupid reasons, and are often the last ones left (so to speak, since there are sadly always new cats coming in) at shelters. Personally, I find black cats pretty cool and it's only an accident of how we've acquired cats in the past (usually, as in the case of these two, "do you want a cat?") that we've never had one. If you do have one, take to your social medium of choice and post a photo. With the right hashtag, of course. You're pretty much guaranteed a retweet or like from someone on Black Cat Appreciation Day, you know.
Weed) is, as usual, chillin'. And getting into plenty of trouble, but quietly so that people don't notice right away. Tom the Bomb gets into trouble much more blatantly, as you might expect. Or at least as we expect.
He's learned (or did accidentally, at least) to turn on Dad's clock radio, by the way. It led to an unexpected five o'clock awakening the other day, apparently. No doubt not appreciated at the time, but I find it funny. And I'm glad that the lever-style door handle to the back door operates backward at the moment, since otherwise I think he has the capability to become Houdini Cat, master of escaping to the back yard.
As for the rest, it's just Bob in normal Bob pose and Tom in normal is that the damned camera again? pose. Yep, everything's normal at my father's house.
Lunch now, because I didn't have enough breakfast. Besides, I'm sure you're exhausted after three blogging days in a row. I know I am.
Sunday, 16 August 2015
I could tell you that it's a pain to have gas when you're on a pouch but that would be a short story because it's a pain to have gas when you're on a pouch.
I could tell you that the idiots that manage my apartment building arranged to have the hall carpets cleaned this morning at 8 am (seriously. 8 am on a Sunday?) when the apartment's already stupidly hot and humid.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Humid to an Albertan is pretty much parched to the rest of the country. But still. Now it's more humid, and that's just stupid.
Aaand I'm noticing that there's already a lot of stupid in this post. Funny, really, because it makes me sound like I'm in a mood when I'm really not. Well, except about the gas.
I still don't know what to blather about, by the way.
Maybe it's best that I just don't then. Before I stop typing, though, I just had to point out that today's pointless photo does NOT contain any spiders. That's a harvestman, better known to some of us as a daddy longlegs. Definitely not a spider.
Um, so there. Catch you later.
Saturday, 15 August 2015
So yeah, I have a d. And why do I have a d? Well, the short answer is that they're doing a big renovation -- a redesign, really -- of our permanent displays here at work. And that means destruction.
And that means, in the world of museums (of which we're sort of a part), that any of the old displays that aren't being incorporated into the new one are first offered to other area museums, then to the staff, and then... well, I imagine that you can guess.
When it came time for the staff to have their picks I decided that I didn't want anything. I have a small apartment, I'm already trying to get rid of clutter, and the plain fact is that display stuff is usually far bigger than you think it is. I might have wanted a small part of one of the displays that I helped work on if they weren't going to save it, but they're saving it so I'm ok with that.
I was away for a few days because I managed to pick up a bug that's been going around, and when I got in today there was a d on my desk. It's from the main title of the old display. I can't remember if I said anything about wanting it (I might have, jokingly), but somebody took pity on my lack of souvenirs and now I have a d.
And what will I do with my d? Hang it on the wall, of course. What else do you do with a d when you go by Dee most of the time? I'll hang it on the wall, and if people ask about it I'll say that it's to remind me of who I am.
Which it is in a way, I suppose. You can't work in the same job for so long and not have it affect who you are at least a little.
Besides, it's my d.
Sunday, 9 August 2015
Oddly to some of you, I put some thoughts into the rocks I wear. Oddly to some other of you, it has nothing to do with their "meanings". I just go with what I like and the colours that I feel like on the day.
Some of you may think that I'm naive. Some of you may think that I'm
blasphemous. Some of you don't care,
and some of you remember that I'm blogging from a phone. Me? I really don't care. I like rocks, and I wear ugly coats for work. The end.
This was a lot of typing for the end.
Saturday, 8 August 2015
Grass Spiders (Agelenopsis sp.) are funnel weavers. What this means is that instead of spinning the stereotypical sticky orb web, these things spin a web that at first glance just looks like a flat sheet. A better glance, though, will show you that the sheet actually curves down into a funnel shape. At the bottom of the funnel, the spider waits for vibrations on the web that will tell it that a prey animal has landed. Then the spider comes out of its hidey hole, grabs the insect (or other spider), and takes it back down the funnel to finish it off.
Pretty damned neat.
Its Australian cousins, though, can sometimes be deadly. Apparently.
Sometimes I think that everything in Australia is at least somewhat deadly. That's certainly the press we get here, at any rate.
Anyway, look for the webs in the morning dew if you're out for a stroll, especially this time of year. Then look for the hiding spider. It's fun.
Friday, 7 August 2015
Yeah, that's all I've got today. I'll think about trying harder tomorrow.
Monday, 3 August 2015
Sunday, 2 August 2015
That's it for today. Just finished a plant walk and I'm mentally tired and ready to blow this popsicle stand. Expect silence for the next couple of days... unless I decide to blog from the Wonderphone, I guess.
Oh, speaking of which, I did end up deciding to start use my personal twitter account rather than just tweeting for work, so if you're desperate to find me in 140 characters or less I'm here: @deeolworld. Why you'd be desperate to find me I'm not exactly sure, but maybe you are. I'm not one to judge.