In my freezer right now: Mint Moose Tracks ice cream.
On my desk: *The History of Meteoritics and Key Meteorite Collections: Fireballs, Falls and Finds * (Geological Society Special Publication 256). And 3 volumes of a catalog of the insects of Japan, next to the textbook Insect Sounds and Communication, with a strangely interesting DVD included.
Nothing much today, but…
On Friday, a doctor is going to show me pictures of the inside of my own colon. Today, I filled out some forms, answering dozens of questions about my health. I had to clarify some. Do I have nervousness? Not usually, but when it comes to pushing a camera up my butt, I guarantee I’ll be nervous.
It’s a breeze. There wasn’t even a residual hint that a camera had been shoved up my butt. And the drugs were awesome.
A Roche E-170 running a cortisol, and an Integra running several dig specimens. Oh, and two old HP GCs and two Shimadzu GCs.
Today I looked out my window, and there, standing on top of a nonfunctioning air conditioner, was the tiniest owl I have ever seen. It couldn’t have been more than four inches tall. I assume it was an adult owl, since it had a full set of feathers, and when it flew away, it did so adeptly.
Ooh, I wish I’d seen the tiny owl.
A grey squirrel investigating an empty bird feeder. Okay, so that’s pretty mundane.
Portions of a not-yet-published novel-in-progress by a published author of literary erotica. This is her second attempt at ‘straight’ fiction, and breath is bated–can she write smutless-prose?
Awww, I wanna see the tiny owl too. I’ve never gotten to see a real live owl in the wild before. A tiny one would be extra neat-o!
For this thread though, I think this one wins. 
We went to the Outdoor Film Festival in Grant Park in Chicago and saw American Graffiti with a few thousand other people. Sitting there in our lawn chairs we looked up at the sky and saw the coolest clouds. They looked as if they had been brushed across the sky…thin, wispy, fragile (it was a beautiful, cool day and evening too). Sitting not too far from us were what I assume was a bunch of fans of either Mexican wrestling or the movie Nacho Libre, because they all had those weird, freaky masks on. They talked throughout the movie too. I think they read the listing wrong. Maybe they thought it was about gangbanging or something.
So, other people saw the movie and the weirdos, but I’ll bet nobody else looked up at the sky at the same time we did. People so rarely seem to look up. We’re always looking up, at clouds, at tops of buildings, at birds, at airplanes.
A little owl…yeah, that would be wonderful to see.
Oh yeah? Well… I saw platelets! Irradiated platelets!
Running a Modular, are you? That is one sweet little tempermental machine.
Well, I saw myself in the pulpit of a Southern Baptist Church, delivering a eulogy for an amazing Lady.
Ah, well, if I’d gone to work today, I’d have more interesting entries to this little contest.
Sure, nowadays it’s a breeze. Back in the day, before miniaturization, they’d shove an entire Canon EOS Rebel up there and Andre Agassi to take the pictures. This was in the days before he shaved his head. I can tell you, that was no picnic!
A set of bridge plans from 1967.
Emergency hemmorhoid treatment to follow.
Ohmygod. I love them! Is that you holding them??
Hemmorhoid treatment my ass! I need a mental purgative to get rid of THAT image.
(shudder)
don’t be so sure.
A Turing Machine. Well, a drawing of one, anyway.
Audible gasp of pleasure! Aww… Those owls are simply owldorable.
I didn’t see, but I heard a Great Horned Owl last night. Wishful thinking ab out tiny owls earlier in the evening must have sent owly vibes to the spirits of nature.
