These are 3D posters. Of pandas and tigers. Neither of which live in the American Midwest.
Because who doesn’t want this awesome piece of ferocity displayed for all to see?
Also, how come lion pictures always feature a lot of action, but in reality, lions lounge around all day?
Dad wanted to identify this. That is why there is a picture.
Besides becoming increasingly unreliable in the blog-o-sphere (and, accordingly, maybe providing myself inadequate as a librarian — librarians love blogging, far more than normal people), I have been:
- Losing mercilessly to my parents on FitBit
- Preparing for these guys to come talk at my school in October
- Getting my two cats better acquainted by pulling them both into a giant cat hug on a regular basis
- Fighting the fly infestation in my apartment
- Turning 24
- Coping with the fact that 24 is like a way more mature feeling number than 23
- Sleeping like there’s no morning, rather than living like there’s no tomorrow
- Watching Orange is the New Black
- Feeling approximately 12 again from the extent to which The Bone Season is pulling me in
- Checking off every 15 minutes at work to make it through the day
- Learning the difference between dependent and independent variables for at least the 6th time in my education
- Forgetting to call everybody back
- Going outside
- Riding my bike after dark while being decked out in lights and reflectors to the point that I am the brightest thing on the road
…and starting squabbles between my parents by texting them pictures of baby bunnies:
Me: (with picture of baby bunny) Look what I found
Dad: Kill it! Kill it with fire!
Mom: Robert! That is exactly the kind of comment that makese me not want to spend the weekend with you
You guys. I live in a city. Well, actually two cities, since it is the twin cities and so it’s like this giant mass of urban-ness. And I mean, it isn’t New York or LA or Chicago, but it’s still like a big city, especially since there are two of them and stuff.
Anyway, today on my way to work, I saw a pair of deer. Cross the road. And the big one just like went for it, but the little one was like, “Oh, you are a car? Somebody told me to look both ways before I cross the street, so I will stand here and stare at you until you nod for me to go.” Which I did, so it did, and that was that.
There are too many weekend days where I wake up between 9 and 10 and go, “Oh man. I need a blog post.” And then I don’t get out of bed for a few hours (homework! I’m doing homework!) and suddenly I’m totally late for the day.
Plus, it doesn’t really matter what you put on the internet, somebody is doing it better.