On many things...
Apr. 4th, 2004 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bodldops*shock* A whole spring break goes by, and I don't post. How horrible...
Well, the great "Paint and Redecorate the Bedroom" project is finally done. I'm pleased with the results: It now looks as if an adult lives in that room, rather than a junior-higher. Yes, it's been a looong time since I did anything with that room. Someday I'll get around to taking a picture. First, though, I need to hang all my pictures and things. *bounces* I like my cool room.
Went to the SF zoo on Friday... had a whole lot of fun, even if the Gorilla enclosure was closed off. :( I like Gorillas. But the teenager lion cubs were adorable, as were the baby meerkats and ground hogs. I brought my sketchbook, and actually did sketch a couple animals. The elephant sketch does look mildly like an elephant, and I'm quite proud of the lion, which I think looks pretty good... well, good for having spent a whole of ten minutes on it.
Work was... frustrating today. First I got to hear the story about the vicious pit bull... Evidently yesterday my coworker was just getting something from a pit's cage when the dog got out. Normally that's okay... the hospital is a pretty small room, so there's nowhere for escapees to go. However, there was a cat in a carrying cage on the floor. Now, our carrying cages are nowhere near secure. Knocking them over will open them. The pit went into "prey drive" mode, and began batting the cage around. My co-worker tried to pull the pit off, but moving an attacking pit is like moving a freight train - not likely. Long story short, kitten didn't live. My co-worker had to be sent home early, 'cause evidently she was pretty flipped out after watching that. I hope she's okay...
There's four breeds in the hospital that I'm always super-careful around - Rotties, Akitas, Chows, and Pits. Nothing against any of those breeds (except maybe chows... not found of chows), they just seem to have a higher rate of nastiness. I actually want a pit or rottie as a pet, if I ever get around to having a dog. They're so cute and lovable when they're nice. They're really scary, however, when they're not. Pits are just... machines... when they're ticked off. There's no stopping them. And nothing beats a truely furious rottie for "Chills up the spine" factor.
Annnnyway.
Called in a supervisor over a suspected parvo case, and then one of my cats crashed (poor thing couldn't breathe, and was convulsing... *huggles poor cute kitten*) so Supe signed her down for most humane. (Thank God) Of course that meant that I had to hold for a euthanasia, but that was better than watching the kitten slowly suffocate and/or batter itself to death. Then there were the tons of sick dogs going to rescue that needed meds (and the rescue supervisor had to stand there and _watch_ while I made them up... *growl*), and the magically disappearing supply of doxy, and... *sighs* I _earned_ my overtime tonight, oh yes I did.
*grins madly* I'm reading "Well of Lost Plots". I'm slightly disappointed that there has been no Spike thus far. I'm a huge Spike fan. The man just rocks, oh yes he does. I want to be part of SpecOps 17. His attempt to capture yet another SEB in "Lost in a Good Book" was my favorite part. Well, that and the bits with the dad, but that'd be telling.
School starts tomorrow! New classes, new prof... well, no, same professors. Different subjects though... Same critters. *grins*
And now a bit of drabble to try and get my original character back in line. I saw a bit of BtVS, and he keeps trying to be like Angel. Dratit. I don't _like_ Angel. The whole point of this original fic is to portray vampires in a different way than common, not fall into the Buffy-trap.
He slumped back into camp, his quarry strung up and hanging over his shoulder. At least he would eat well tonight, even if the one he chased was still eluding him. They might even have to continue this chase in the Other-world, if it went too much further. Even exiles knew that no one could hide from Trackers for long out here in the wilds. He groaned as he poked the banked embers of his campfire back into full blazing life. He hated going to the Other-world. It was too busy, too bright, too full of smoke and noise. Though, there was sweeter food there, rich and red and... he realized he was drooling. He remembered the way his nerves seemed to nearly sparkle with energy as the sweet, sweet liquid sang through his veins. But that was neither here nor there. Resignedly he pulled his supper free from it's bonds and bared his fangs, sinking them deeply into the pulpy flesh. The Tzara was only barely suitable for eating, but he was starving. Still, he thought longingly of that Other-world treat. He would have to bring some back this time. The elders might frown on such a sacrilage, dining in such a manner, but it was so good... as he sucked on the thick-skinned and nearly-dry fruit, he dreamed of Kool-Aid.
Well, the great "Paint and Redecorate the Bedroom" project is finally done. I'm pleased with the results: It now looks as if an adult lives in that room, rather than a junior-higher. Yes, it's been a looong time since I did anything with that room. Someday I'll get around to taking a picture. First, though, I need to hang all my pictures and things. *bounces* I like my cool room.
Went to the SF zoo on Friday... had a whole lot of fun, even if the Gorilla enclosure was closed off. :( I like Gorillas. But the teenager lion cubs were adorable, as were the baby meerkats and ground hogs. I brought my sketchbook, and actually did sketch a couple animals. The elephant sketch does look mildly like an elephant, and I'm quite proud of the lion, which I think looks pretty good... well, good for having spent a whole of ten minutes on it.
Work was... frustrating today. First I got to hear the story about the vicious pit bull... Evidently yesterday my coworker was just getting something from a pit's cage when the dog got out. Normally that's okay... the hospital is a pretty small room, so there's nowhere for escapees to go. However, there was a cat in a carrying cage on the floor. Now, our carrying cages are nowhere near secure. Knocking them over will open them. The pit went into "prey drive" mode, and began batting the cage around. My co-worker tried to pull the pit off, but moving an attacking pit is like moving a freight train - not likely. Long story short, kitten didn't live. My co-worker had to be sent home early, 'cause evidently she was pretty flipped out after watching that. I hope she's okay...
There's four breeds in the hospital that I'm always super-careful around - Rotties, Akitas, Chows, and Pits. Nothing against any of those breeds (except maybe chows... not found of chows), they just seem to have a higher rate of nastiness. I actually want a pit or rottie as a pet, if I ever get around to having a dog. They're so cute and lovable when they're nice. They're really scary, however, when they're not. Pits are just... machines... when they're ticked off. There's no stopping them. And nothing beats a truely furious rottie for "Chills up the spine" factor.
Annnnyway.
Called in a supervisor over a suspected parvo case, and then one of my cats crashed (poor thing couldn't breathe, and was convulsing... *huggles poor cute kitten*) so Supe signed her down for most humane. (Thank God) Of course that meant that I had to hold for a euthanasia, but that was better than watching the kitten slowly suffocate and/or batter itself to death. Then there were the tons of sick dogs going to rescue that needed meds (and the rescue supervisor had to stand there and _watch_ while I made them up... *growl*), and the magically disappearing supply of doxy, and... *sighs* I _earned_ my overtime tonight, oh yes I did.
*grins madly* I'm reading "Well of Lost Plots". I'm slightly disappointed that there has been no Spike thus far. I'm a huge Spike fan. The man just rocks, oh yes he does. I want to be part of SpecOps 17. His attempt to capture yet another SEB in "Lost in a Good Book" was my favorite part. Well, that and the bits with the dad, but that'd be telling.
School starts tomorrow! New classes, new prof... well, no, same professors. Different subjects though... Same critters. *grins*
And now a bit of drabble to try and get my original character back in line. I saw a bit of BtVS, and he keeps trying to be like Angel. Dratit. I don't _like_ Angel. The whole point of this original fic is to portray vampires in a different way than common, not fall into the Buffy-trap.
He slumped back into camp, his quarry strung up and hanging over his shoulder. At least he would eat well tonight, even if the one he chased was still eluding him. They might even have to continue this chase in the Other-world, if it went too much further. Even exiles knew that no one could hide from Trackers for long out here in the wilds. He groaned as he poked the banked embers of his campfire back into full blazing life. He hated going to the Other-world. It was too busy, too bright, too full of smoke and noise. Though, there was sweeter food there, rich and red and... he realized he was drooling. He remembered the way his nerves seemed to nearly sparkle with energy as the sweet, sweet liquid sang through his veins. But that was neither here nor there. Resignedly he pulled his supper free from it's bonds and bared his fangs, sinking them deeply into the pulpy flesh. The Tzara was only barely suitable for eating, but he was starving. Still, he thought longingly of that Other-world treat. He would have to bring some back this time. The elders might frown on such a sacrilage, dining in such a manner, but it was so good... as he sucked on the thick-skinned and nearly-dry fruit, he dreamed of Kool-Aid.
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Date: 2004-04-05 07:42 pm (UTC)Poor kitty...It's hard to remember that it's not really the dog's fault. They're trained and bred to attack like that. My aunt has a pit bull, though, and she's a complete baby. Just the way she was raised, I suppose.
And most chows seem to be inherently evil. I'm not sure if there is a good reason for this.