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freckles_and_doubt) wrote2009-12-15 11:24 am
freckles_and_doubt) wrote2009-12-15 11:24 am
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why is it our job to save everybody?
Exchanging emails with one of my orientation leaders for next year: his mail programme is rather entertainingly mangling my original message when it quotes it, ending up with beautifully nonsensical strings. This morning's read "2010 wounehowesour third -howile youyouhavelare good and havere trainedplanneOLyournehowesif I shoOLThabshowk you tyouhavelown", which I promise was reasonably coherent English when I sent it. The extent to which this is amusing me is probably indicative of how stressful this week has been. Seven or eight excluded students per day. There's a high-water-mark of trauma at about chest height in my office, and my Japanese Peace Lily is drooping. Sigh.
On the upside, the chocolate biscuit supply is holding out, and tomorrow is a public holiday, which I have resolved to spend watching movies, making nucato with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wolverine_nun and finishing up the Season 2 finale of Supernatural. The one with the djinn last night was slightly heartbreaking. Angsty boys! boys with angst! I keep threatening to make that correspondence chart matching Supernatural episodes with the ones they've ripped off from X-Files, in this case "Amor Fati" from Season 6. There are apparently no new plots in the world.
My adorable Hobbit is apparently an adorable psycho killer, he brought in a loudly-meeping baby bird yesterday and refused to give it up, responding to all attempts with a deeply worrying Harley Davidson growl from his manly ex-tomcat chest. Fortunately he killed it fairly quickly. The high winds over the weekend have apparently brought baby birds down from nests all over, there was another one on campus yesterday, which the university's feral cat population have presumably dealt with posthaste. There's bloody well nothing you can do for baby birds: can't put them back, can't rescue them without traumatising them beyond recovery, they're pretty much doomed to die, which, as Pterry notes, "is the function kind old Mother Nature usually reserves for small lost baby birds." Again with the sigh. I think I'll have a chocolate biscuit now.
On the upside, the chocolate biscuit supply is holding out, and tomorrow is a public holiday, which I have resolved to spend watching movies, making nucato with
wolverine_nun and finishing up the Season 2 finale of Supernatural. The one with the djinn last night was slightly heartbreaking. Angsty boys! boys with angst! I keep threatening to make that correspondence chart matching Supernatural episodes with the ones they've ripped off from X-Files, in this case "Amor Fati" from Season 6. There are apparently no new plots in the world.My adorable Hobbit is apparently an adorable psycho killer, he brought in a loudly-meeping baby bird yesterday and refused to give it up, responding to all attempts with a deeply worrying Harley Davidson growl from his manly ex-tomcat chest. Fortunately he killed it fairly quickly. The high winds over the weekend have apparently brought baby birds down from nests all over, there was another one on campus yesterday, which the university's feral cat population have presumably dealt with posthaste. There's bloody well nothing you can do for baby birds: can't put them back, can't rescue them without traumatising them beyond recovery, they're pretty much doomed to die, which, as Pterry notes, "is the function kind old Mother Nature usually reserves for small lost baby birds." Again with the sigh. I think I'll have a chocolate biscuit now.
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