haunted by dead baby birds

This summer seems to be especially dead baby bird ridden. I mean, first the four that died in our exhaust pipe. Then the resurrection of the smell due to liquified potatoes (okay, that might be a stretch). Finally, walking home from the grocery store last night, there was one, mostly decayed baby bird smooshed on the sidewalk. I stared at it for awhile, then went home. 15 minutes later, I found myself out there with my camera taking pictures of it. I mean, what if I need a reference for a squished baby bird for my art? Where would I find something like that, if I don't take it myself?

Of course there were 4 of the neighbors nearby, watching me and muttering. Oh well, who wants to be normal anyways...

Last night: snowboard glee, home cooked dinner (first in awhile), art art art.

This morning: my old computer is still in my office but I'm not permitted to use it. Damn, stuck in the lab today. Hopefully the new machine will show up soon.

hot damn

My new machine is here.
2.5 GHz processor
1 Gig of ram
111 Gigs of hard drive space
CD burner
DVD player

my managers know how to make me one happy little worker.

of course, I've spent most of today getting all my stuff reinstalled and I still don't have my memory debugging tool working correctly. Everything else seems to be happy though

wheeeee