This video of dancing albatrosses is all you need today:
Courtesy of the live Kauai Laysan Albatross Cam and the Cornell Ornithology Lab, which has a variety of live bird cams guaranteed to destroy your productivity for hours on end.
Also: Here’s the Cornell Ornithology Lab’s YouTube Channel.
I was only joking last week that JunglePete was going to highjack my page and replace it with ornithology memes, but apparently I’ve had birds on the brain ever since.
If I don’t start updating my blog regularly soon, I’m afraid JunglePete is going to hack into it and start posting ornithology memes.
Grappling with a rheumatological flare this week, I haven’t exactly been a high-functioning machine lately.
Today I took a shower, put an oil-based leave-in conditioner in my hair, and went back to bed for a few hours. I used half the suggested amount, yet I woke up looking like a penguin in an oil slick. I was afraid to send anyone a selfie, I was afraid someone from Greenpeace would be deployed to scrub me with Dawn.
Fortunately, the conditioner washed right out; but shampooing your hair twice in one day rather defeats the purpose of deep-conditioning, doesn’t it?
That was a boring story, wasn’t it?
Maybe letting JunglePete post bird memes isn’t such a bad idea. I liked this one a lot:
Yikes, it’s New Year’s Eve and I’ve neglected you all for months and I should probably be writing something profound about the new year (or something snarky about resolutions). Instead, I’m posting a draft that’s been hanging around since last New Year’s Eve.
I’ve been a little disorganized this year.
Last year, we drove to Florida and spent a few weeks with my mom for the holidays. The night before we set out on our journey, I had a nightmare.
A terrible, crazy nightmare.
A wake-up-drenched-in-sweat nightmare.
Here’s what I remember: Husband and I were driving on I-4 in Orlando, near Gatorland. There was a huge traffic jam and we weren’t going anywhere.
Suddenly, Harrison Ford sprinted by the car. We leaped out of the car and ran after him to help. It was the (dream) logical thing to do.
Ford was being pursued by Florida Governor Rick Scott, who was in the process of shedding his human skin and turning into a giant Chupacabra-like monster.
Now, in real life, I’d recently presented a conference paper on archaeology in feature films. Gatorland was on my mind because it was used as a location for Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Also, because it’s awesome.
Clarification: Gatorland is awesome. Temple of Doom was kind of a stupid yet lovable mess of a movie. The racism, however, not lovable.
I went back to sleep after my heart-rate returned to normal and didn’t give the dream a second thought in the morning.
Until I got a text from JunglePete.
JunglePete was a bit disturbed about the dream he had that he was stuck in traffic on I4 and Rick Scott turned into a Chupacabra.
I have no explanation for this shared brainwave. We’ll be visiting him again in a few days so I’m sure we’ll figure it out.
One year later….
We never did figure this out. The only logical explanation is that the Governor is a Chupacabra.
image: meanlouise
I know, I know – my photoshop skills leave much to be desired.
A visit to Fort Myers beach (that included dinner with the JunglePete Family) before heading back up to Sarasota for some wandering around Lido Key was an excellent way for Husband and I to conclude a year that swooshed by incredibly fast.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go create a “true life 2014” category. Crazy.
Dinocroc vs. Supergator is predicated on the idea that “alligators and crocodiles are mortal enemies.”
I called bullshit since the 2 species co-exist in South Florida, but Husband reminded me we aren’t dealing with a regular gator and croc, we’re talking about Supergator and Dinocroc.
Sure. Whatever.
The movie opens with a scene wherein David Carradine‘s character shouts, “What the hell is going on?”
This is a question we will ask our television for the next 90 minutes.
I’m having trouble keeping track of the characters who are neither Dinocroc nor Supergator because these people are boring and unidimensional. Plus, they keep getting eaten before I can even try to feign interest in them. Plus, I’m texting with JunglePete, who is attending our 25th high school reunion on Siesta Key on behalf of Heather and myself.
JunglePete and I were on the reunion planning committee. I thought we came up with some excellent themes, including Family Everglades Camping Weekend Of Terror, in addition to the multi-page list of alternate themes we proposed which our committee chair confiscated and burned in front of us.
The final decision was to not have a theme.
If I was at the reunion, they probably wouldn’t let me watch Dinocroc vs Supergator. Silly geese.
I’m starting to doubt that Supergator is actually the friend of all children.
Dinocroc isn’t very bright, even for “A Primeval” with enhanced intelligence.
Frankly, I’m not sure which monster we’re supposed to root for.
Husband thinks we’re supposed to be rooting for the humans.
That’s unfortunate.
I actually didn’t go for complicated health reasons, but you’re welcome to believe I stayed home to watch Dinocroc vs Supergator.
Or that one member of our class always has to sit out the reunion in an undisclosed location. Just in case.
(The confiscating and burning of our list didn’t actually happen, but it probably would have if we’d all met in person).