I loved this short steampunk film, which happens to feature one of my all-time favourite steampunk themes: the sassy girl inventor. This was lovely.
I have to confess that this post was generated entirely by my inability to tell an off-the-cuff anecdote in one tweet. I’m working, I haven’t time for a post, but I thought the story was both funny and gross (a win-win story in my opinion) so I had to tell it.
It’s probably a good thing that I thought of this, as I haven’t posted in donkey’s years. And just what the hell does that saying mean, anyway?
Anyway, amongst all of the jobs that I’ve held (and I did a LOT of different things before doing techy jobs exclusively), one of my favourites was being a vet tech for a large small-animal veterinary practice in Los Angeles. The practice specialised in various things including hip/elbow replacements for dogs, canine and feline dental work and also was the main practice to handle the LAPD K9 units. It was heartbreaking at times, hilarious at others, and I have quite a few stories from that job.
The first one involves people not wanting to spend the money to take their animal to the vet – understandable when times are rough, but unavoidable. The ones who were really hoping to not bring their animals in would call for advice, as follows:
“Hi, I have a question to ask you. My German shepherd was playing with my chihuahua and he grabbed the back of his neck, and well…one of his eyes popped out.”
“Come right down, we’ll see him as soon as you get here. Just stay calm.”
“Well, he might be okay…I mean, I kind of pushed it back in and it looks ok, he’s running around and everything. Do I have to come in?”
*speechless* I mean, what did he expect me to say? “No, dude, it’s fine. Just dust that little sucker off real good and pop it back in, he’ll be right as rain.” Seriously?
When the vet I worked for decided to start offering dentistry and teeth cleaning as a service, he did some training with a people dentist. I’m assuming this was a friend, but hell, maybe he took classes – it’s been a long time. :) Anyway, he once put braces on a dog’s teeth. Yep, I’ve personally seen one of the top show dobermans at the time sporting a set of braces.
Definitely one of my favourite jobs.
Shirley Temple died today at age 85. I’m memorialising it here because she starred in a version of The Children’s Bluebird, which of course I based my own Clockwork Bluebird on. The movie was entitled The Blue Bird, and as saccharine as the original story was, the movie camped it up even further.
Here is a taste:
Rest in peace.
Thank goodness for being able to set TV shows to record. I don’t think we’ve watched anything “live” in years, as we tend to set the few shows that we do care about to record and then watch them without the plethora of hated commercials. Usually I’ll fast-forward through the opening credits as well, but there are a few shows that have opening credits so iconic that I will refuse to miss them. This article made me think about the ones that I’ve loved over the years.
Videos past the jump:
This was an absolutely gorgeous short urban fantasy film complete with unicorns, magic swords and a very cool villain. Evidently it is a collaboration between fashion line Rodarte and photographer Todd Cole.
End of the day on Friday, tired, winding down after a day spent working on a cover that stubbornly refuses to come together, I am doing several things all together. I am playing a bit of The Secret World, doing quests solo in Transylvania and getting killed a lot. I am watching email. And I’m flipping through Twitter, the main demon of all procrastination demons. Here are two things that I saw, diverse things, but each wonderful in their own way.
She wore that apron
and nothing else
on the solstice
thrusting her barcode-scanner at the sky
in ancient tongues.
she had slept with her brother
given birth to a dark prince
under a winter moon.
And then a great rant by Mattplanet about Facebook on a subject that I totally agree with. And really…WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!?!
“There are some times in life when you’ve just had enough. You’ve seen the people on your Facebook feed “like” one too many Paula Deen or Rush Limbaugh status updates, and it’s time to pull the plug with one final rant to end it all.”
That’s it…just two things that I just read. Two things which stuck in my mind on a day when I was very tired, frustrated, and looking forward to shutting down the PC, going downstairs, and having a big glass of cold cider. Happy Friday.
I’ve been posting this video by Holly McNish everywhere since I first saw it. One of her poems on immigration in Britain was posted on Twitter this morning and I started watching some of her others. This one is powerful – such a talented, passionate poet and performer.
…Obsessed with being ‘young’ again as if those times were best
As if Alice stayed down that hole and never left again.
Frozen in tea party time
Madhatters, mice and children’s rhymes
Never women, girls for life
Lollipops and glittered icing…
I got Phil SimCity for an early birthday present. I admit it, I totally don’t understand games like this – if I look at the screen for thirty seconds I start getting bored.
“Look, you can click on anything and see more about it.” Phil clicks on a boy running down the street.
“Can you squash him?”
“What? No, you can’t squash him, what’s wrong with you? It’s not a god game.”
“Then what fun is it if you can’t squash him?”
“IT’S NOT A GOD GAME.”
I can’t help it…I like to blow shit up. :) My city would have a red light district, zombie attacks and Godzilla smooshing everything…but you probably can’t do that, even though it would be a better game for it.
This just felt relevant to my week.
I’m sure there are more than a few of us that can relate to this. My skinny, freckled teenage self surely can!