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My 90-something grandmother is giving hers away, leading in a reshuffle of family vehicles. My parents offered me the Ostrichmobile. Not a horrible car. Nondescript, average gas mileage. Don't plan on driving too much, so gas and insurance won't be that bad. Maybe I will declare the vehicles independence from the United States and offer passengers postcards "Visit Scenic Back Seat Ostrichmobile" and stamps for their passports. I could use this as a springboard for roadtrips, hiking, donating to and shopping at The Bins. I could begin volunteering at the Audubon Society again (it's not particularly a bicycle-friendly trip up there). I've surprised myself (as well as my parents) with my enthusiasm for this. Maybe the car will take me in a direction I need to go in my life. Who knows. Lapis driving. |
Until you need to rely on them and they start falling apart. But other than that, they're good. You should make Ostrichmobileland postcards so I can receive one and hang it somewhere prominent. |
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National Animal: the Ostrich. National Flower: the Ostrich. Whoohah. I spoke with an insurance agent earlier today and if everything works out, it'll be cheaper than cable. I have a meeting with him on Wednesday. |
National Animal: the Ostrich. National Flower: the Ostrich. Whoohah. I spoke with an insurance agent earlier today and if everything works out, it'll be cheaper than cable. I have a meeting with him on Wednesday. |
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I want to try and maintain the thing myself. Learn how to change oil anf stuff, keep it clean. |
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Audubon Society, Lapis? are you a bird watcher by chance? |
Birds are awesome. Never set down your housemate's rat in order to answer the phone, you end up looking everywhere only to find him underneath the couch cushions. |
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HI DROOPY. |
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Planning on taking a two-day roadtrip next week and a longer one in July or August. Latch on a bikerack and there'll be plenty of companions. I'm not sure if I want to go with a zoo crew or the girls. If it's the zoo crew then a boy (that I like, who asked me to go home with him when we were drunk and I politely declined because I was drunk and tired and shocked as well as pleased but that's a different story) would probably go. It's crazy. |
My dog hates all birds but he likes the dove's cooing. Or at least he doesn't bark at it like he wants to use their feathers as tooth floss. I like the way Sem is always so excited to see people posting. Woo to you too, Sem. |
I just gave this as an answer to a trivia question. |
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(2) I grew up observing nature (camping with family, going to zoos and aquariums and camp, grandparents had woods) and the bird thing pretty much stems from that. I like birds. Whenever we saw one we didn't know, we'd always break out the guides. Didn't keep count, though. |
morris is an acquaintance of mine. he's about my age - late 30's - and does something involving computers for the electric company. carbon is his 10 year-old son. a while ago morris took carbon hunting on some land that his family owns in north texas up close to the red river. they're both tooling down the a path in an atv when something falls from a tree and lands in front of them. on closer inspection it's an owl. obviously it's injured or sick. carbon suggests killing it, but morris decides to show him that animals aren't just for killing and goes over to it. he kneels down beside it. it's quiet and seems unconscious. he reaches down to pick it up and take it to a vet or something. the second he touches the owl it comes to life and grabs onto his forearm with it's talons. this is like having six large nails driven into your arm simultaneously. it also starts screeching loudly in a way that morris didn't even think owls were capable of. meanwhile carbon is watching all this from the atv - the owl screeching, morris screeching, the blood everywhere. he does what any texan would do, his hand immediately goes to his hip and he draws his cell phone. morris: who are you calling?! carbon: mom!! morris: oh christ don't call your mother!!! morris decides that there's no way he's going to get this bird of his arm while it's still alive, so he crushes its skull with a rock. so now he has a dead owl attached to his arm. there's no way he can pry it off because the muscles are locked and the can't pull one claw without out making the other ones dig in further. so he cradles the owl in his arm and trudges back to the atv. carbon drives them back to the truck, then morris has to drive himself 50 miles to a hospital. |
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