A conversation:
OWS: What did we do wrong in past lives to deserve this? Was I in the Khmer Rouge? What else warrants this kind of punishment?
Me: Not much else. Maybe genocide.
OWS: Khmer Rouge was genocide.
Me: Oh.
...
Me: You know not to use obscure historical references around me!
OWS: Sorry. [insert Wikipedia link for Khmer Rouge here]
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Monday, January 30, 2012
Monday, September 28, 2009
Conversation with a sparrow...
He drops to the garden wall and skitters to my side, cocking an eye up at the freshly opened oatmeal.
Hey there...you're a bold one.
He hiccups a little inquiry.
Well, I guess I could find something. Give me a second.
He backs away, waiting just out of reach - respectfully, it seems.
There y'go.
He isn't greedy, breaking the dried blueberry apart into several bites, enjoying himself.
Good, huh?
He flits to the back of the chair opposite me, fruit sticking to his beak.
Ah, ya got a little somethin...
In two deft movements, he wipes his beak clean on the chair back.
Yeah, you got it. Nicely done.
He chirrups, ducks his tiny head in my direction, and takes wing.
Hey there...you're a bold one.
He hiccups a little inquiry.
Well, I guess I could find something. Give me a second.
He backs away, waiting just out of reach - respectfully, it seems.
There y'go.
He isn't greedy, breaking the dried blueberry apart into several bites, enjoying himself.
Good, huh?
He flits to the back of the chair opposite me, fruit sticking to his beak.
Ah, ya got a little somethin...
In two deft movements, he wipes his beak clean on the chair back.
Yeah, you got it. Nicely done.
He chirrups, ducks his tiny head in my direction, and takes wing.
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