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Best. Bridge. Ever.

Man, I have so many things to write about, but no time to set them down.  Work has been very busy.  I work late, I go home, I pass out.  I haven't watched an episode of TNG in at least two weeks, maybe more.  I never have time to get anything done.  My lists grow ever longer.  Weekends have been fucking great, though.  I <3 Sundays.

I have a new kitchen floor.  That's something.  And I've read more in the past three weeks than I did since last September, probably.  Also I made friends with a Canada goose.  He is an outcast, and the other geese do not like him.  He keeps to himself.  The ducks don't seem to mind him, but they also don't seem to talk much. I hold pieces of bread out to him, and he hisses at me, then grabs them. I am used to being hissed at. I recognize it as a sign of affection.

Don't call me at work again, no no, the boss still hates me.  I'm just tired, and I don't love you anymore, and there's a restaurant we should check out, where the other nightmare people like to go -- I mean nice people.  Baby, wait -- I didn't mean to say "nightmare" . . .

I can't wait to cook tonight, I haven't cooked in forever.

Today is a High Holiday for me, so to speak.  Happy holiday, folks!  And happy birthday to Teege.  And to the late Adolf Hitler.  And to my late grandmother.

Both my grandmothers are/were named Dorothy.

Not R. Dorothy.

Speaking of birds, there's a bird who lives near me who sings at night.  What bird sings at night?  Besides a nightengale.  His song doesn't seem likely to inspire . . . stuff.  Isn't there something with a nightengale in it?  A play?  A folk tale?  Something Asian, maybe? A memory from my childhood tickles. It may involve a diorama.

I should get out of here.

P.S. Fuck Texas in its big ugly hat.

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calamityjon
Apr. 20th, 2005 09:41 pm (UTC)
It's my youngest sister's birthday, too. The other sister was born on the anniversary of Hiroshima's bombing.

I was born on the day Robin's parents were killed by mobsters.
thaitea
Apr. 20th, 2005 10:45 pm (UTC)
Every spring there's a bird here that starts shouting at 3:15am without fail every morning. S/He goes at it for 10-15 minutes. Earplugs help.

Ornithologists: What is this bird doing?!?
rhino777
Apr. 20th, 2005 11:27 pm (UTC)
I believe Robins sing at night also...
Happy Holidays to you too! I'll be celebrating myself...speaking of which I need to make a run for 'supplies'...check ya later!
taumeson
Apr. 21st, 2005 01:32 am (UTC)
i hate texas. always have. i can't believe i haven't created an LJ "memory" for all the "i hate texas" posts i've made.
littlewashu
Apr. 21st, 2005 01:53 am (UTC)
I know! I specifically checked your shit out today, expecting to find "I hate Texas" hreffed to an article on the subject.
christy_p
Apr. 21st, 2005 02:20 am (UTC)
we have a bunch of mocking birds that sing at night.
christy_p
Apr. 21st, 2005 02:31 am (UTC)
Oh also, there was a big singing part in Cinderella where she sings "Sing, Sweet Nightengale"

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qed
Apr. 21st, 2005 02:44 am (UTC)
There's a song called "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square". Might have been from a movie, maybe...
superdaintykate
Apr. 21st, 2005 05:36 am (UTC)
A nightingale sings over Orpheus' grave.

I alsc remember a fairy tale about a nightingale who seduced a rose and turned it red. Actually, now that I think about it, I think the rose seduced the nightingale and convinced it to impale itself on her thorns so his blood would turn her red.

Jesus, I need to go to bed.
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