cosyne

So the other day, I was waiting for a light at the Denny/Olive intersection, and there were all these pigeons all over the place. I guess there were probably about fifteen or so, but there were two in particular that really caught my attention. Their actions almost made me think they had some kind of crazy pigoen racket going on. Anyway, there was this HUGE big fat pigeon -- whenever any of the other pigeons would try to make a go for a piece of bread (which, incidentally, was being thrown to them by a homeless person with one of those "please help I need pot" signs), he would just kind of charge at them and belly bounce them out of the way. Meanwhile, a tiny sickly-looking pigeon would then use this opportunity to steal the bread crumbs away in the commotion. This scene had a profound effect on me, but alas my light turned green and I had to depart. As I pondered what I had witnessed, I drew all sorts of parallels to events in my own life; work, friendship, oppression -- all sorts of things. But most importantly, I took away the following lesson from what I saw:

NEVER FUCK WITH A BIG FAT PIGEON!!

In other news -- should anyone be so lucky as to stumble across my limeade concoction from yesterday's entry, be sure to wash your hands after handling the limes and gargle with water if you drink more than one glass. It sounds silly, but lime juice is a friggin' powerful acid that will eat away at your skin and the enamel of your teeth if you have too much direct contact with it.

*the More You Know*

OK, time to play some Twin Snakes. Oh and the GameCube controller was designed by a bunch of testicles. Stupid testicles.