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On my way to work I saw a crow pecking at a mess on the sidewalk. This being Friday morning downtown, I figured it was drunk puke. The crow pulled something long and thin from the mess. Mmmm... congealed drunk puke.
Turns out the long thing was rather...fleshy. Dear god, I don't know what it was. A worm, I think. Two worms and a pile of birdseed all in a dinner-plate sized splatter of blood.

I didn't spend too long looking at it, as I had to get into work, and honestly, I'm paranoid enough about disease that I didn't want to stick my face near it. Besides, that crow was impatiently waiting to get back to his breakfast.

Maybe this is why I should carry a camera everywhere. But sure, I could document it and establish the truth, but aren't the nightmares so much more fun?

So I'm in the car with my parents, on the way back from Christmas.
We had just gotten back on the highway after a stop at a very slow Jack-in-the-Box in Olympia, and I had just turned on my ipod and just gotten back into my thought groove. I could hardly hear my dad when he asked, "Have you been to Cabela's?"
I said, "What is it?"
Immediately, he swerves into the next offramp (Yelm!) and I'm like, "WTF?" Apparently, we were going to Cabela's. He said, "it's a tourist thing. They have lots of interesting things."
I'm kind of grumpy, but whatever, it's not like we're in a hurry. We end up driving through a labyrinth of roundabouts in empty fields and forests which are destined to become shopping centers. Finally, we reach an enormous parking lot jammed with cars. This, is Cabela's. It says, "World's Finest Outdoor Outfitters," in it's Eddie Bauer font.
I say, "so it's like REI."
Dad: "... Sort of."
We go in, and I'm thinking, "why the hell is REI worthy of tourists?"
Inside, there is a huge fake mountain covered in dead animals. All over the walls, more dead animals. Everyone is wearing camo.
Upstairs, in front of the Gun Library, is a table where people are lining up to get special $25 memberships in the NRA. There's an elephant. A dead one. And a dead leopard and dead baboon fighting over an African Wood Pigeon that is not only really dead, but modeled to look dead.
And that's Cabela's.

>In other news, I'm in a coffee house sitting next to a family with very strong accents. (They're talking about visiting Gibralter again.) I'm thinking they're from Liverpool, but I can't quite tell. Is there some website with recordings of people all over England, so us dumb Americans can identify the different accents?

Current Location: Some coffee shop in Kingston
Current Music: Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4486247.stm

Sän suggested that, in an attempt to make my LJ more interesting, I post links to articles and talk about how I'll get writing ideas from them. (Specifically, that story about moray eel retractable jaws. I thought you could apply it to vampires.)
Anyone want to use this one? It's already got vampires.

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/09/070925-bat-bugs.html

Yesterday, I trudged up the hill to do laundry. I have to go up a narrow, winding street with no sidewalk. It's quiet and verdant and scares the crap out of me. I saw a crow on a wire scratching its head like a cat. I don't think I've ever noticed this behavior in crows, but hey, no reason why they shouldn't. But on the way home, I passed what was probably the same crow, but now it was on the ground. It cawed at me and hopped right across the street to my feet. It wasn't tiny, but it was thin and sleek, and the look in its eyes was that of someone who did not know how the world worked. It was probably a teenager, but it looked up at me imploringly and cawed like a baby. I've never looked directly into the pink mouth of a crow before. I've never had anything think I was its mother. In a nearby tree, two crows were cawing persistantly. Probably its parents. But it seemed to prefer me. I was, after all, sparklier.

Now, just the night before, we'd been talking about pet birds.

csinman had just taken an injured seagull home to stash in his bathtub until wildlife rehab could pick it up. And he is constantly going on about the filthy black blob which we saw in New York and which some people might call a pigeon. I professed that while I'd never wanted a pet seagull (though I did once want to be one) I would like a pet crow.

Is it wise to turn down the universe?

For the sake of the crow and my damage deposit, yes.

I am, however, sorely tempted to go back there and leave out some food for it. You know, just... hang out with it. It's good to be friends with the crows, right?

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