Category Archives: true life 2005

maybe this is species-ist of us…

But Husband and I think that they should have let the cheetahs keep the deer.

A deer got into the cheetah yard at the National Zoo yesterday and was pounced on by a mother cheetah before the deer escaped into Rock Creek Park, according to a witness and a zoo spokeswoman.

The young buck appeared in the largest cheetah yard shortly after 7 a.m. It bolted from a pond there and was chased by the mother cheetah and her four cubs, according to a witness. The mother cheetah jumped on the buck, and it ran back to the pond.

questionable totalled.

The damned deer got up and ran off.

poor Husband

Poor Husband. No one warns you how loopy and insane some arthritis drugs can make you. He had some trouble keeping an eye on me in the produce section of the grocery store. So many interesting shapes and colors. They didn’t have any brains in the meat cases today. Of course I checked. I don’t think he had nearly as much fun as I did.

random gardening adventures, odd coincidences, and the robert patrick obsession, redux

Dear me, things have gotten dull around here. Aside from seeing Star Wars (duh), some random gardening adventures, and the Robert Patrick/X-Files obsession, there really hasn’t been much new to report.

Not that having nothing to say usually stops me, but, well, this time it apparently did.

Did you know that Robert Patrick’s brother, Richard, was the guitar player for Nine Inch Nails before he left to become lead singer for Filter?

Now you do.

For the strange coincidences file: the hilarious post I read last month on the lost childhood science of dirt clods turns out to have been written by my nextdoor neighbor’s brother.

To take this a bit further, we’re also distantly related somehow.

None of us are, to my knowledge, related to Robert Patrick, who I still contend is way sexier than Mulder. (Despite the fact that Robert Patrick has sort of werewolfish-ears. Have you ever noticed that?)

[someday I might fix the links]

from florida, I return

Last night I was sitting barefoot and in shorts on the front patio, looking out over the endless vista of cowpasture while drinking a nice cocktail. This after the usual lovely late-night swim. This morning however, there were the tranquilizers and the pre-flight complimentary cocktails and next thing I knew I was waking up in Baltimore.

Now I’m wearing too damned many clothes and there’s this slippery white stuff all over the ground and a lovely walk and latenight swim are most assuredly not on the agenda.

Damn. How’d this happen? I clearly migrated north too early.