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this was fun for the first hour. but it won't quit pecking my window. make it stop! if this thing wasn't brain-damaged to start with, it is now... 2 1/2 hours later....
hey anthony- remember when you were quite young and we watched the birds together? and later i scared you by throwing a stuffed animal bird and screamed THE BIRDS! at you as you were brushing your teeth? i think i am being paid back. i will nightmare of birds tonight.
update: on day 5 of pecks. full story here.
This is the peace that i sent. To the Achieving Art Exhibition. Which is An Art Exhibition in aid of Achieve ABA Autism School for kids will be launched on
Thursday 21st June 2007 at George Bernard Shaw, Camden Street.
The show will run for 3 weeks (silent auction), featuring Street, Graffiti and Contemporary artists and illustrators from 10 different countries.
perpetrator?
victim?
or just a wino?
common finch
July 2010
Hopewell Township, New Jersey, USA
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This is my Condom to contribute to the ArtPack Project. The Artpack Project concept is
Despite all safe sex products, campaigns and education every year loads of people still get infected with std's, over 4 million people get infected with hiv every year and over 2,9 million people die of aids ( in 2006 ).
There are foundations that pay insane amounts of money for useless advertisments with so called "celebrities". These campaigns clearly don't reach the people.
Streetart is a world wide movement, so we should unite to start a campaign on our own.
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Becoming a birdbrain. Now everything inside of me is being shifted and rearranged to accommodate my chicken body. Organs, skin, muscles. This includes my brain, especially. I mean, I like being Cluckers, but to go through so much pain in order to become him and gain his mind?! There's someting special about this suit...
Apparently I tend to dance a lot while being a chicken. I guess you could call me Cluckers the Groovy Chicken.
This was taken through the window, so it's very bad. I love birds but they aren't the smartest animal, I guess that's where "birdbrain" comes from. This is the one birdfeeder that is not squirrel-proof, the other two are. Yet, only one bird eats from the inside of the feeder, protected by the wind and snow! That one to the far left is literally out in left field, Ha!
There were probably hundreds of thousands of these little fellas perched on the cables in Betong.
You'll literally need umbrellas if you were to cross the roads without getting bombed.
And again, in jest..."if you elect bird brains into goverment, this is what you can expect" :-)
Not an ass, birdbrain, blockhead, bonehead, boob, bore, buffoon, butt, chump, clod, clown, cretin, dimwit, dolt, donkey, dope, dork, dumb ox, dunce, dunderhead, fathead, goat, gomeral, gomeril, halfwit, idiot, ignoramus, imbecile, jackass, jerk, lamebrain, laughing stock, lightweight, loon, lunkhead, meathead, moron, nerd, nincompoop, ninny, nitwit, numskull, oaf, omadawn, ownshook, pushover, sap, schlemiel, silly, simpleton, stooge, sucker, turkey twerp, or twit, but a fool
Anyone calls you birdbrain be sure to thank them.
I watch birds for hours and this Jay is smart. The ducks know the warning calls from many birds and mammals, when they hear one they hit the water. This jay gets in the tree above me and calls a warning, the ducks scatter. The jay lands in front of me and has it's choice of kernels of corn. It will keep doing this until it's full.
As I rowed my little boat
Toward the river shore,
A small black bird kept me from landing,
Quoth the raven, "never moor."
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"The End of the Raven"
by Edgar Allen Poe's Cat
On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting, I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven, Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
"Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor, "There is nothing I like more"
Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered, Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor, Bric-a-brac and junk galore.
Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered, In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth - "Nevermore."
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore - Only this and not much more.
"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before;
How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty Put an end to that damned ditty" - then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor, Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.
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And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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If Edgar Allan Poe had a Computer
Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command
But got instead a reprimand: it read "Abort, Retry, Ignore"
Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.
Carefully, I weighed the options. These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly, I must now adopt one: Choose Abort, Retry, Ignore...
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee
Finally I pressed a key --
But on the screen what did I see? Again: "Abort, Retry, Ignore."
I tried to catch the chips off-guard -- I pressed again, but twice as hard
Luck was just not in the cards. I saw what I had seen before.
Now I typed in desperation Trying random combinations
Still there came the incantation: Choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore.
There I sat, distraught, exhausted by my own machine accosted
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw an awful sight: A bold and blinding flash of light --
A lightning bolt had cut the night and shook me to my core
I saw the screen collapse and die:
No No, my database I cried I thought I heard a voice reply,
"You'll see your data NEVERMORE!"
A bird in a London park, September, 1976, wondering why I was stupid enough to be out in a downpour without an umbrella.
A snapshot of my turtles, for some correspondents who are trying to figure out their baby turtles' sex.
If any of you are interested: the turtle on the left is Birdbrain, a female false map turtle; the little one in the middle with a glazed lovesick look on his face is Rodan, a male map that we think is a hybrid Mississipi-Ogwalla (or something like that) map; and the big girl on the right is our red-eared slider, imaginatively named Slider.
Both Rodan and Slider are romancing Birdbrain. We really need to get another female map and a male slider. But the three of them seem pretty happy.
Re turtle gender: In this photo, you can see how much longer Rodan's claws are than the two girls'. He uses them to tickle the females' faces during courtship. You can also see his great thick tail. It is thicker and bigger than the females' because that's where a turtle keeps his penis.
You can also see that the male is very tiny compared to the females. He is more or less full grown but the females will eventually be over a foot long. We expect that the turtles, if they don't catch any kind of major illness or have any accidents, will live 30 -50 years and may very well outlive us. (So if you have turtles or parrots, you should put them in your will!)
The belly (plastron) of the males is concave and the females' is flat, but that's not always very obvious...our females' bellies look slightly concave in this photo. They are also young (about four years old here) and don't have their sexual characteristics fully developed yet. At almost six, Birdbrain has just begun to respond to Rodan's courting and we need to build a nestbox for her.
These characteristcs aren't true of all turtles, but they work for a lot of species that commonly turn up as pets.