Filed under: Seattle, Uncategorized | Tags: dirty, dirty scrabble, facebook, nude scrabble, pervs, scrabble
Because nothing’s sexier than Scrabble. In my search to find things to do instead of my own work, I came across, as many other have, the Scrabble application option on Facebook. Being the unabashed Scrabble geek that I am, I’ve long since overcome the stigma of starting speed games with random people I’ve never met.
When one’s friends are “working”, or “living their lives”, and can’t play at the instantaneous speed needed to keep a Scrabble addict from contributing to society, there is a “join table” option on the application page which allows one to search for a playing partner based on ranking, variety of speed, and speed of play. Filling out my parameters, I came across something new; “adult invites”. Thinking that this was a new feature provided for those older individuals navigating Facebook without a home network, I clicked “allow” so that I might be able to enjoy the higher intellect the older population might have to offer.
I was very, very wrong.
As I had originally thought of telecommuting as a method of self-seclusion that I’d never want to subject myself to, I fin myself more than surprised by how much I’ve enjoyed the last few days. I’ve been home sick, and since work gives such a pitiful amount of PTO time, I took my laptop into the Petri dish that has become my home. Perhaps the proximity of my desk to the window, or perhaps the ease with which I work has something to do with it, but I find that I can fly through work, and, as I complete each task, I can do little personal chores in the meantime. It’s satisfying! But again, it’s work, and to talk of work is remarkably boring.
Filed under: Seattle, Uncategorized | Tags: good samaritan, hobos, rehab, Seattle Public Library
Oftentimes my embarrassment, rather than my altruistic side, prompts me to do good. As I left work today, mind numb from lack of use, I walked to the library to use the two hours I had prior to my Seattle Aquarium Beach Naturalist training for researching dive gear. As I was walking, I passed a woman in a wheelchair, which was nothing new. Seattle, particularly as the weather gets warmer, is full of testitute looking people—partially crippled, borderline crazy, and almost always unnervingly hairy—with myself now included in these ranks. The game is usually linked to a conversation that ends in someone asking you for money.
Filed under: Seattle, Uncategorized | Tags: BuckHunter, BuckHunter Safari, chickens, don't shoot the cows, euthanasia, Leny's, ton blair
Toni Blair is not well. Also, Maria Rodriguez is Hispanic.
It had long been obvious that the little chicken would have a sheltered, and probably shorter, lifespan, but after attempting to feed him today, this became more definite. When I popped open the top of his bin, instead of running towards me like usual, she lay in a crumpled heap in the corner. The only indication that she was alive was the heaving heaving of her breaths. It seemed like a great time to stuff a feeding tube down her throat.
During the feeding I also noticed that she was favoring one of her feet—the right one, and though is showed not signs of physical trauma or sensitivity, the little chicken continued to wobble on one leg after I had fed her and set her in a bowl of water to clean grime off of any hidden wound. It was about this time that a knock came at the door.
Filed under: Seattle, Uncategorized | Tags: airline, holiday, seatac, Seattle, travels
An incontrovertible truth of Bryan Rivard is that he does not handle traveling well. The process of collecting everything that is needed, organizing it, and getting it to where it needs to be proves too much for some people, with me among the ranks.
Most of the reason for my angst is the lack of sleep. Even for my usual sleep-deprived cycle, I am lacking; up until 1 am packing and then getting up to catch a 7am taxi does not a good attitude make. As though it were needed, and to make matters worse, I got a call from Becky at 6:05am asking if I could leave in 10 minutes.
What? I ask incredulously.
“I can’t get through to the cab company again, there are no cabs in the area, and there just happens to be one 10 minutes away. It’s this one or nothing. Can you be ready in 10?”
GodDAMMIT. Fine, I say, I’ll be ready.
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It was a difficult day for Tony Blaire, my little chick. After watching his mannerisms change and his energy level deteriorate over the last few days, I called some veterinarians after exhausting my limited knowledge the nuances of bird disease online. He had been passed—quite noticeably—in size by Dougie Fresh and Glenn, but the last three days denoted behavior differences that had suggested something was very wrong. Constantly standing under the light, Tony Blair would sit with his feathers ruffled up around himself, eyes half shut, and showing an inability to stay standing steadily when another cagemate passed by too roughly. He was dying.
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I have no idea what the bum was saying, and I didn’t really care to find out. There was something about his mother, his father dying, and—as always—something about being down on his luck. “Can’t help you out man,” Mick had said, but even if this answer would have sufficed, this hobo was completely lost in his own rambling story.
I attacked my sandwich with new vigor, suddenly very hungry. It’s an unnerving thing to have someone tell you they’re hungry while you sit eating, so the sooner I was done with the activity, the better. It’s even stranger to have someone start careening dangerously close to your food during this process. But I was already thinking about how Mick and I might be able to get out of this situation without being stabbed.
The spark reared its head in me today. I won’t say it’s back from dormancy, but it flashed like an ember under breath, flaring up and content to fade back down to a waiting presence. On a run around Green Lake, after I’d gotten back from volleyball, I began to lose speed. My body is heavy, my muscles are weakened, and the fear that I’m slipping into old age is only made worse by the paunch I see in the mirror.
The chicks have stabilized. After waking up every 2 hours last night to check on them with the new light system, the chicks finally started to act a little less worryingly. While at work today I actually received reports that the chicks were running around, which is a far cry from the sluggishness of yesterday. I think they’ll be alright.
