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Feb. 9th, 2013 03:12 pmAfter watching Spurs v. Newcastle this morning, I have to say it's such a shame Gareth Bale pulled out of Team GB at the Summer Olympics last year. Seeing him today, marauding all over the pitch, basically Gareth Bale v. Newcastle as opposed to Tottenham Hotspur v. Newcastle as it was supposed to be, well, it makes you wonder what could've been. If the rumours are true and he does end up going to Real Madrid in the summer, Spurs will miss him a lot.
Sister seems to think I tweet too much. Hmmmm. Not sure what to think about that. Maternal unit has a cold, which seems unfair, given that she just got over a nasty flu. Brother is coming out tomorrow and I'm wondering whether to lie to him and say I've watched the Modern Family DVDs he lent me, or keep them a while longer. It is genuinely funny at times, but I'm just not a sitcom person.
Snowpocalypse 2013 seems to be hitting chunks of my f-list/DWircle in a truly epic fashion, just as advertised. This is a link from the end of January, but likely still relevant given the temperatures back East, apparently homeless shelters in the province of Quebec are routinely denying transgender homeless women access to the women's sections of their shelters.
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tatjna is on my f-list/DWircle, and she's a part-time sheep shearer in New Zealand. I have to say, sheep-shearing isn't my idea of a relaxing hobby, but to each their own. Anyway, she posted the other day about an incident where her shearing a sheep saved it from death. Which sounds melodramatic, but also sounds true, based on what she said about how badly infected the wound underneath the fleece was, etc. Warning for medical-style grossness at above link.
And today she posted about how hiding an injury is actually a survival mechanism for sheep. I just thought it was really interesting, despite not being a sheep person in the slightest. I mean, I wear wool sometimes, and I eat lamb sometimes (always at restaurants, because I suck at cooking it), but there my interest in sheep ends. Normally, that is. See, that's what I love about the internet. It connects me with people who can make pontificating about SHEEP genuinely interesting.
kattahj makes a good point about the various missing persons notices that get passed around social media.
I'm slowly reading Winter King right now, which is appropriate given that Richard III was conclusively identified last week. Winter King is about Henry VII, successor (via death in battle over the crown) to Richard. Apparently the original plan, after the remains in the Leicester car park were conclusively identified via DNA analysis, was for Richard to be reburied in a Church of England ceremony. But then some bright spark pointed out that Richard was a Catholic, and anyway, the Church of England was founded by the son of the man who killed him. So now they're going to do a multifaith ceremony, I hear. Anyway, to get back to Winter King, I have a hard copy, not e-copy of it (Christmas gift), which is making reading it more difficult because I've become so used to e-books recently.
Sister seems to think I tweet too much. Hmmmm. Not sure what to think about that. Maternal unit has a cold, which seems unfair, given that she just got over a nasty flu. Brother is coming out tomorrow and I'm wondering whether to lie to him and say I've watched the Modern Family DVDs he lent me, or keep them a while longer. It is genuinely funny at times, but I'm just not a sitcom person.
Snowpocalypse 2013 seems to be hitting chunks of my f-list/DWircle in a truly epic fashion, just as advertised. This is a link from the end of January, but likely still relevant given the temperatures back East, apparently homeless shelters in the province of Quebec are routinely denying transgender homeless women access to the women's sections of their shelters.
tatjna is on my f-list/DWircle, and she's a part-time sheep shearer in New Zealand. I have to say, sheep-shearing isn't my idea of a relaxing hobby, but to each their own. Anyway, she posted the other day about an incident where her shearing a sheep saved it from death. Which sounds melodramatic, but also sounds true, based on what she said about how badly infected the wound underneath the fleece was, etc. Warning for medical-style grossness at above link. And today she posted about how hiding an injury is actually a survival mechanism for sheep. I just thought it was really interesting, despite not being a sheep person in the slightest. I mean, I wear wool sometimes, and I eat lamb sometimes (always at restaurants, because I suck at cooking it), but there my interest in sheep ends. Normally, that is. See, that's what I love about the internet. It connects me with people who can make pontificating about SHEEP genuinely interesting.
kattahj makes a good point about the various missing persons notices that get passed around social media.I'm slowly reading Winter King right now, which is appropriate given that Richard III was conclusively identified last week. Winter King is about Henry VII, successor (via death in battle over the crown) to Richard. Apparently the original plan, after the remains in the Leicester car park were conclusively identified via DNA analysis, was for Richard to be reburied in a Church of England ceremony. But then some bright spark pointed out that Richard was a Catholic, and anyway, the Church of England was founded by the son of the man who killed him. So now they're going to do a multifaith ceremony, I hear. Anyway, to get back to Winter King, I have a hard copy, not e-copy of it (Christmas gift), which is making reading it more difficult because I've become so used to e-books recently.
