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Ever since we moved into this house, we have shared the property. Truth to tell, the unofficial residents were here before us... barn swallows. The nest is on patio, on the underside of the upstairs deck. By lying on the deck and peeking through the slats, we could look down on the eggs and, later, the chicks. It was amazing to see how quickly they went from naked funny-looking things to "teenagers" learning to fly (each with its own "wingman" instructor). After the first year, we set up a camera on the nest, so we could watch the babies grow without disturbing mom and dad. At first, the mama would turn to stare at the camera when it turned on, but eventually she grew accustomed enough to ignore it completely. Each year would would watch in anticipation for the flock to return from their winter home, and each year it was a little bit larger. We learned their various calls, and could even identify the mother that used the nest. (The others never were on camera long enough to pick out their individual features.) Last summer, tragedy struck. Or, I suppose, we just got to see a different arc of the Circle of Life. Hearing the swallows' "alert" call, the Commander checked the camera to see a large bird grabbing one of the young nestlings and making off with it. A few minutes later it came back for another. One by one, all the nestlings were taken, while the swallow flock watched agitatedly, unable to stop it. This year, the first thing we noticed was a "roof" over the nest. "Great," we thought, "that will help protect the chicks." We should have known then what had happened, but we were (naturally) thinking in human terms, not as birds would. It wasn't until we got a clear look at the brooding mother that we realized we had new neighbors. For the first time, the barn swallows have not returned to our house. The abandoned nest has been adopted (and adapted) by marsh wrens. For some reason, it's just not the same. Where am I?: United States, Georgia, Villa Rica Background noise: occasional bleep from chat How am I?: sad
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As mentioned previously, my Texas friends have all (or so it appears) migrated to Facebook. So far, I don't find it better than LJ, nor is it really a replacement. It seems designed for quick little snippets, the sort of thing you'd mention if you and your friends still all went to school together, and saw each other 15 times a day. It's not the place for deep thoughts or essays, which is why I think I'll still keep my LJ — even if I don't write ENOUGH deep thoughts or essays, I do occasionally have something to say that takes up more than the character limit allowed on Facebook. But I've yet to have my fears calmed about the whole "potential employer discovers sordid fandom activity" — for all the progress we've made, sci-fi is still a dirty little secret. So my Facebook account will remain anonymous. Perhaps later I'll add a second account in my real name for mainstream purposes, but I don't foresee that I will ever merge the two. If you have a Facebook account and would like to add me as a friend, the name you're looking for is Kitty Katz. I'm going to see if I can add "Ell Ayn" somehow, to make me more recognizable to my FoL friends. (Fun fact: Kitty Katz is an official alias. Since I use it online, including an email address, I had to list it on my background check form for my government sub-contractor position.)Background noise: the commander's playlist from down the hall Where am I?: under a cat How am I?: recumbent
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Hey gang, I could use your advice. Last time I posted, I was on my way to a root canal. That went… as well as can be expected. The day took a severe downhill turn after that. ( Background story behind the cutCollapse )So I signed up for a Facebook account, but not under my real name. Besides being wary of having my name just Out There ("You mean it just spills out into people's living rooms?"), I'd heard stories of at least two people who lost job offers because of social networking postings/pictures. So my question, aimed at the more paranoid among you, is: should I switch it to my real name? It would make friend requests much simpler, as I won't have to add an explanatory message each time, and people who never would have found me under the alias will now be able to find me. And therein lies the rub. Comments, suggestions, personal experiences welcome. Just click the little comment link ("skritch the kitty's chin") down there. Background noise: Sirius XM 80s on 8 Where am I?: in a quandry
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< sing-song > A mouse click, some plastic My membership to NASFiC I wasn't sure if I could go But now I know I'll be there, I'll be there. Is anyone else going to show To make an FoL lair? </ sing-song > Okay, so I've got my membership to NASFiC (in case that wasn't clear), and now I'm wondering if there's going to be enough FoL presence for a Liaden Lounge, or even a party room for one night. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? That bit of news posted, I'm off for a root canal. Way to kill a buzz, eh? How am I?: good news, bad news Background noise: Sugar, Sugar Where am I?: on my way out
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Why, oh why? Maybe because I went to bed early, only to wake up at 2:00 and now am wide awake. I have been out to this site before, and even clicked on other people's eggs, and yet didn't succumb. Today for some reason I couldn't seem to help myself: I clicked on an abandoned egg... then later on another. Okay, the second one I accidentally adopted when I thought I was just adding a click to help it stay alive, but even though it's just a collection of electrons I didn't want to re-abandon it. So I am now the proud(?), if bewildered, "mommy" of two dragon eggs. I hope they don't die of neglect but, judging by my livejournal, I wouldn't bet on it. Here's a link to my Scroll of Future Shame. Where am I?: my usual spot Background noise: wild kitties from Borneo How am I?: awake
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No matter how many times I think, "That would be a good LiveJournal entry," it just doesn't ever seem to get from the brain to the 'Net. Maybe when they add a feature for mental updates... Adding a snippet from a chat I had with my sister while writing this post, when she mentioned a new blog site she's on that I'd never heard of: me: Never heard of them. Not that it would matter, since I blithely ignore both LJ and IJ. me: Maybe I'll create a "ghost account" for it, with a generic "one day something might happen here" page that other slackers can link to - kind of like the rejection hotline. I could do the same for del.icio.us, MySpace, FaceBook, and Twitter (none of which I've even joined).So, apologies not being worth the electrons from which they're launched into the ether, I'll just leap right in. ( The Commander has a new car.Collapse )Also, we saw two movies this weekend: Star Trek (finally) and Up! I'll put my thoughts on those in a different post, to make sure that those who clicked on the link above won't accidentally be spoiled without their permission - assuming that any of my friends have managed to put off seeing the movie longer than I did, which I don't truly believe, but still… How am I?: Wow! I posted! Background noise: I got nothing. Where am I?: North corner of the green couch
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