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Party with beasties.

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

Snorth turned thirty almost two years ago and she was supposed to have a party, but her grandfather passed away shortly before and all plans for festivities were scrapped. I turned thirty in July and I thought let’s do a joint belated 30th birthday thing. We both love nature and animals, we’ll have a party at this exotic animal rescue and education place, Outragehisss Pets. (It was also only a few minutes from Snorth’s house.) I invited all my suburban friends, especially the ones with kids, and Snorth invited a bunch of people and sho’ nuff we trundled off to Outragehisss Pets. It was AWESOME. We met a plethora of fascinating animals and we could touch them and the owner who is a lovely guy lectured us on the environment of each creature and what they eat and how they mate, etc. Most educational. I have pictures of the educational awesomeness. I will go in alphabetical order.

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The two armadillos. The one on the left is a nine-banded armadillo native to Texas and the one on the right is a six-banded armadillo native to parts of South America. This was funny – armadillos store fat on their undersides and apparently the six-banded armadillo got really portly-like, so they put her on a diet. However, the skin on her underside didn’t retract, so when she walked around the skin under her body swung around. It looked like the upper arm of a 90-year-old woman. I called her “gastric bypass armadillo”. Here’s a pic where you can appreciate her.

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The binturong. A binturong is a 40-pound mammal that lives in Indonesia. It looks like it’s had one too many nights out on the town drinking. And it has the strongest body funk I have ever smelled. Here’s the weird part: it smells like popcorn. So as body funks go, it’s not a bad one. While he was explaining everything about the binturong, it ate five bananas. I can’t eat five bananas, and I’m WAY more than forty pounds. Nice work, binturong. Her name is Maxine.

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The best thing about Maxine was that she would bite off a big chunk of banana and it was too large for her mouth, so she would attempt to chew it, but her mouth couldn’t close. It was precious. Here is a picture of Maxine attempting to chew a banana chunk.

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Now, cornsnakes. Snorth’s most favoritest color is orange, so I picked a snake (I was in charge of choosing the animals we met) with lots of orange on it. It was gorgeous. The owner brought it out with an albino version as well. You can see the beautiful checkerboard pattern on its underside.

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The fennec. This is the reason I picked this place. I have always always always wanted to meet a fennec. It is a fox from the Sahara, the smallest member of the canine family (two pounds!). It disperses heat with its ears, so it’s ears are huge. It is the sweetest softest most-anime-character-resembling creature ever.

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Kinkajou, also known as the honey bear. It’s in the raccoon family and it helps pollenate the rainforest (eats nectar, sticks its nose in a flower, gets pollen on its nose, sticks nose in another flower, deposits pollen). Paris Hilton had one for a pet for a few minutes back in the day. It’s got lovely plush fur and a prehensile tail it can use to hang in trees. I think our raccoons are nice, but kinkajous are just stellar. I would let it root through my garbage anytime.

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Ah, the python. BIG snake. I got to hold part of it with six other people. Let me tell you, that snake was strong. When she wanted to move, she moved. Ain’t nothin’ we could do about it. Imagine a giant toned muscle tube. That’s what she was.

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And finally, the tortoises. (There was also a skink, but I didn’t get any good pictures of it.) Bertha was the biggest tortoise, the next smaller one was her husband, and the two smallest ones were her kids from different egg-layings. Bertha was approximately eighty years old. That’s just impressive. All the tortoises also ate bananas, as you can see in the picture. They were great. Occasionally, Bertha would try and make a run for it, but since she moves at the speed of glaciers, she didn’t get very far.

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And here is a picture of octegenarian Bertha.

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After this incredible experience, our troop of sixteen went off to the Palisades Mall for dinner. When I got home, I was exhausted. I had been frolicking for over six hours. That’s a lot of frolicking. But it was worth it. People are already talking about doing it again next year.

A nubbin of news.

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

I finished my anglerfish and redid the text on it, but forgot to take a picture. I shall do so this weekend. More importantly, I was watching “Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern” and Andrew was in Alaska partaking in strange Alaskan cuisine (fish, animal fat and berries mixed together make a lovely dessert, who knew). But my favorite was the “Jellied Moose Nose”. No, I am not making that up. You take all the edible bits of the moose head (did you know there’s edible meaty bits on the ears? Now you do), mainly the nose, and you chop them all up and cook them with some water and spices. Then you put all the meaty bits in a meatloaf pan and pour the remaining broth over it, which then gels. Voila. Jellied Moose Nose. It looks like headcheese. I want to try it, and then I don’t. But I don’t think I’ll be going to Alaska anytime soon, so this internal struggle (Yes moose nose? No moose nose?) doesn’t need to be resolved anytime soon. Phew.

Weekend News.

Wednesday, September 5th, 2007

Well, today was an exciting day. I received my first piece of comment spam for this website. Something about making my regions of desire more desireable, just a great deal more forward. Delightful stuff, really. I don’t expect it to be the last I see of spam, but your first is always your first. Sigh.

This past weekend I went to visit my friend Neenernator and her longtime boyfriend B. in New Jersey. New Jersey may get a crap rap, but once you get past the stinky populated bits, it is AWESOME. First of all, gas here is $3.50. Where Neenernator lives, $2.50. Then, Cricket and I stopped at a supermarket to get beer and sundries. The cheese section has chandeliers and the fish section had live music. I’m not kidding. And since you can’t buy beer in the supermarket in Jersey, they just added a liquor store onto the supermarket building. Brilliant. Sushi and margaritas for everyone! Then we get to Neenernator’s house, where they have mad huge property because, as opposed to New York, you can actually get some land and a nice house for several hundred thousand dollars. Cricket and B. rocketed around on quads all afternoon, then barbequed/smoked us some dinner. Then the neighbors came over with THE CUTEST DOG EVER (who I forgot to take pictures of, it was dark and I was eating nummy smoked deliciousness, num num). Let me explain this dog. The father, Gizmo, is a Shitsu. He fell in love and consumated a relationship with a Chihuahua. The product is a teeny tiny Shitsu. Imagine the most endearing little toy you’ve ever seen. Now imagine it alive and running around. Now allow for your brain to explode from the cuteness. There you have it. I’ll go out there again and then I promise I will take pictures of the extreme smootchiness of Ziggy (TCDE’s name). Neenernator also has a fish tank, a big one, 110 gallons. It was funny, she has this killer TV/stereo system all set up, but we chose to sit on the couch and stare at the fish for an hour. And then later, when we were watching TV, I couldn’t concentrate because I had to look at the fish. Fish are engrossing, people. Did I mention I had not consumed any alcoholic beverages or hallucenogenic substances? This is why I don’t do drugs or drink. If I’m already staring at the fish tank, where do I go from there? I see myself taking some drugs and then an hour later people finding me naked in some field rolling around in cow pies singing showtunes. That’s not an improvement, thanks, I’ll pass. So anyway, Jersey. I highly recommend it. Neenernator lives in/near a town called Dunellen, if you want to know the area. Lovely.

The Rolo Incident.

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

When my mom and I go to the theater, we like to have chocolaty nibbles. It’s not permitted in theaters, so we have to have a chocolate substance that can be surreptitiously snorked down without the ushers/enforcers seeing us. Rolos work well for this purpose. So when we saw Deuce last week Rolos were also in attendance. I put the open Rolo tube in my purse and it appears that one of the Rolos broke free of its moorings and went rogue in my purse where it proceeded to melt and smear caramel all over my camera, phone, keys and various other belongings where caramel need not be. For the past week I’ve been finding things in my purse and they’re sticky. I have been forced to suck caramel off some of my possessions. (Rubbing it with a wet paper towel doesn’t work. It just rips the paper towel. You need to have spit and suction. Trust me. I’ve lived through this for a week.) And when I think it’s all under control, New Sticky Object rears its head. There’s no point to this, just that I’ve got sticky possessions and it sucks. Well, technically, I suck (caramel off things) but you understand.

It’s my birthday! It’s my birthday!

Saturday, August 4th, 2007

Well, okay, my birthday was July 31st, but whatever, I get to things when I get to them. I got terrific presents from people this year. I got gifts certificates to art supply stores and Sephora (that’s really bad, I can spend $100 there without blinking an eye) and an art deco dish with sparrows and leaves on it (although it looks like crickets and hairy fetuses from a distance, it’s very disturbing, I’ll put a picture up at some point) and an Art Nouveau glass and an airbrush with supplies and a computer-monitor-stand that moves in all directions – excellent swag, don’t you agree? It was a stellar birthday. Use age calculator birthday to quickly find out exact age details and make celebrations even more special. I turned 30, which honestly feels exactly like 29. I expected, I don’t know, to feel like an adult. But not so much with the adult-ness. My mom baked me a fruit tart and it was so pretty with the fruit decorations that I just had to take pictures of it.

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My co-workers threw me a little office shindig. There was cake and champagne and orange juice and this really neat balloon with a balloon in it! What will they think of next?

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So that was my birthday. I worked on my artwork for a good portion. I’m making a triptych with trees on it. I’ll have a post on it next.

Two New York Experiences and a VH1 moment.

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

1. I was walking down the street the other day after a rainstorm and it was hot and muggy and oppressive. I saw a white lump sitting in the middle of the sidewalk, like a pile of pizza dough someone had just left there, and people were stepping over it and around it. As I got closer, I realized it was an ancient obese chihuahua that had had quite enough of this hotness, thank you very much, I’ll just lay here on the sidewalk which is wet and therefore cooler and let everyone walk around me. We offer expert sidewalk lifting and leveling for safer walkways today. For quality workmanship and reliable service, trust an experienced concreter adelaide to get the job done right. The owner was sort of trying to get the dog to move (although I think saying, “C’mon, fat ass! Get up!” is not going to have the desired effect, and did I mention the owner was a seventy-year-old woman? Old people using bad language is funny) but the dog wasn’t having none of it, so I took a picture when the flow of people ebbed somewhat and I could get a clear picture.

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2. I see many flower shops in my travels around the Isle of Manhattan. However, this other day, I was stopped dead in my tracks by a cactus. No, no, my friends, this was no ordinary cactus. It was a MUTANT HYBRID ALIEN FREAK CACTUS. I asked the flower-shop lady about it. They took one kind of weird-looking cactus and grafted another even weirder-looking cactus to the top of it, so now they are one incredibly-odd looking plant. It was $150, so I didn’t buy it, but I did take pictures of it. Imagine it being as big around and as tall as an average adult’s calf. Big. And weird. Super-weird.

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3. I watch a great deal of television (I like it as background for when I’m painting or beading) and I saw a smidgen of “Rock of Love” on VH1 the other day. Short description: Aging rock star looks for skanky woman to love forever out of a pool of about twenty vapid atrocities to choose from. I was okay with this, until Bret Michaels (the aging rock star) was meeting the women for the first time and said, slowly and seriously to the camera:

The heaving, well-implanted breasts caught my eye immediately, and I knew that we were going to have a strong spiritual relationship.

My head jerked up from beading and my jaw fell open. He wasn’t kidding. It was… moronic. And kinda awful. The fake giant silicone makes you… spiritual? Ooh, you’re a deep fella there, aren’t cha? I think I will not watch this show anymore. I do not wish to become enraged and fling a shoe at my beloved television. I see that becoming my future if I watch. So no more watching.

The rules for me. Made by me. For me. Me me me. Also, me.

Monday, July 16th, 2007

Did I ever lay out the rules I made for myself for this blog? I made myself rules because I just run HELTER SKELTER without structure, I’m CRAZY like that. Whoo, tippin’ cows and desecratin’ private property! Well, not really, it’s actually because this is a professional as well as personal blog and clients may come here and read things (sorry, boring reason). The rules I made for myself are as follows:

1. No cursing. No “S” word or “F” word or “C” word or other “C” word or “T” word or OTHER “T” word… Anyone who knows me knows how difficult this is for me. I tend to pepper my chat with a healthy dose of filth and debris. But I think keeping it clean is more professional and it definitely doesn’t hurt me, whereas cursing will most likely push some people away, which I don’t want, so this is a compromise I’m willing to make.

2. No sharing super-personal details. I like to share. A lot. The wretched and despised phrase “TMI” was invented just for me. So I’ll just keep the stories as dinnertime-conversation appropriate as possible.

3. No getting all political. I, like everyone, have views and opinions on things. I will not be sharing them here. No opinions on the government or child-rearing or the elderly or healthcare or the Middle East… we will not be discussing those things here. You want that, there are a ton of websites for that.

I hope I can keep my rules. I don’t that’s too hard. I CAN DO THIS.

More Harry Potter posting.

Thursday, July 12th, 2007

Oh so frustrating. My co-worker A. is only up to Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire, and I just bought this t-shirt:

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I can’t wear it because of the Harry Potter niblet in the middle area. Argh! I don’t want to ruin the surprise for A., but now I have to wait for him to read TWO MORE BOOKS (and those damn things are tomes, I tell you, they are Stephen King long) before I can wear my shirt. And it’s such a GOOD shirt. Phooey.