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feeling: in the words of the Livejournal... indescribable
listening to: nothing
So yesterday we began this experiment in geology where we put specimens of a bunch of different organisms in a bunch of different environments, to observe how they change over the course of 3 weeks. Supposed to be a study of fossilization methods. So the six organisms were bananas, radishes, mushrooms, sunflower seeds, clams, shrimp, and fresh fish (smelt, about 6 inches long)... all purchased from Giant Eagle... >.> And one of the environments is unprotected open air, which means we just leave the stuff sitting around somewhere in the landscaping outside the building. Now, it must be noted that there is a huge amount of ridiculously opportunistic squirrels running rampant on this campus, so most of us expected all the specimens, at least the plant ones, to be gone within hours, right? Well, today, some people stopped by the stuff outside, and noticed that only one specimen was missing and replaced by squirrel tracks. Anyone care to hazard a guess as to what the rodent swiped?
It took the FISH.
What kind of retarded squirrels are these? A pile of sunflower seeds, a fresh banana cut in half, two perfect radishes - all of which comprise a veritable smorgasboard for a vegetarian rodent - and it takes the nasty, headless, gutted, disgusting-smelling FISH?
Yeah, here's another interesting bit of weirdness I learned in geology today. First off, a question: do you know your state's official gemstone? Louisiana's is quartz, I think... for some southeast coast state, maybe Georgia, it's the emerald. What's yours? Something both abundant in your state and somewhat precious, no doubt. Now, what do you suppose Ohio's national gemstone is?
Flint. >_<
What is with Ohio?? Flint isn't even a gemstone. It's solidified oceanic slime formed by the dissolved remains of dead ocean beasts, for Bob's sake. It's only the state "gemstone" because there are Native American arrowheads made of flint everywhere you look in this state. You can't walk through a recently plowed field without finding a few handfuls. And believe me, plowed fields are abundant here. They don't call Ohio the land of the corn for nothing. And I won't even mention the abundance of limestone quarries full of arrowheads, given that Ohio's one of the biggest limestone suppliers in the nation. I used to live next to an abandoned quarry... talk about an awesome backyard...
Oh, this bugs me too. I ask you, since when is the letter H a vowel? Who the heck decided that when you refer to any "historical occasion", it's "AN historical occasion"? I hate English. I feel sorry for foreigners who have to learn it.
I guess I'm done complaining now. Sometimes you just have to vent, you know?
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/12/2004 03:03:00 PM
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