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Tuesday, May 30th, 2006 11:20 am
life amongst the wild and mammalian
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The first stage of the Fortress of Rabbitude is complete. A bit over five feet tall, three separate levels, the middle level two levels high for the creation of a complex network of lounges and a small swimming pool/sauna. Right now, the levels are isolated, with one rabbit on the ground floor, one on the top floor, and Sloppy and Bryante in the middle, since Sloppy is too totally in love with Bryante to fight him, and Bryante's good at hiding in the castle from Sloppy's unpleasant advances. This is like the antislash, really, living with rabbits.
You thought I was serious, didn't you? No pool or sauna, but definitely sitting ledges. I'm still working out how to do it, but so far so good. It's very stable, which is a plus. Final plans include adding removable plywood floors to level two and three, and a permament floor for level one, and putting the entire thing on wheels for easy moving. Pictures of the beta structure will be forthcoming, since I finally found Adobe and can add it to my laptop.
Oh Adobe, how I have missed you.
I'm thinking the first floor will be all pipes for a rabbit maze/warren for them to play in, but that may come later, after the little bastards are neutered and stop trying to injure me or mate with my feet. I'm still thinking about a way to make a water resevoir for them, though even I can't think of a reason to hook directly into the pipes in the house without being asked if I need to think of finding a permanent therapist.
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I had a traumatic experience last night.
Around threeish, I woke up, feeling like I'd forgotten to put up the hamburger. Yeah. It was three. I was thinking of food. This is not a surprise. Stumbling to the door, I stepped on something that felt squishy with a lot of give. Huh, I said, and turned on the light, looking down to see what appeared to be twitching grey rubber.
Twitching grey rubber, I thought, wiping my eyes. Huh.
Not so much twitching grey rubber as twitching grey and brown gerbil--to wit, my niece's escaped gerbil.
He (she?) died fast, that is something. I--well, he died of compression injuries from, you know, one hundred sixty-something pounds behind a size eight and a half foot bearing down on him, so yeah, fast was pretty much how it had to happen. He twitched. I watched, because if one commits gerbilicide, one should be there to witness. Then I freaked out and ran to my rabbits and let them nip my fingers and stroked their heads so I could feel at one with mammals again.
I feel like I betrayed my phylum or something.
Anyway. Yeah. Karmatic darkness in the future.
I have just realized I really do have the most boring life in history. Next up, counting the number of times I sneeze a day. Maybe *document* it. I could become one of those people. I so could.
The first stage of the Fortress of Rabbitude is complete. A bit over five feet tall, three separate levels, the middle level two levels high for the creation of a complex network of lounges and a small swimming pool/sauna. Right now, the levels are isolated, with one rabbit on the ground floor, one on the top floor, and Sloppy and Bryante in the middle, since Sloppy is too totally in love with Bryante to fight him, and Bryante's good at hiding in the castle from Sloppy's unpleasant advances. This is like the antislash, really, living with rabbits.
You thought I was serious, didn't you? No pool or sauna, but definitely sitting ledges. I'm still working out how to do it, but so far so good. It's very stable, which is a plus. Final plans include adding removable plywood floors to level two and three, and a permament floor for level one, and putting the entire thing on wheels for easy moving. Pictures of the beta structure will be forthcoming, since I finally found Adobe and can add it to my laptop.
Oh Adobe, how I have missed you.
I'm thinking the first floor will be all pipes for a rabbit maze/warren for them to play in, but that may come later, after the little bastards are neutered and stop trying to injure me or mate with my feet. I'm still thinking about a way to make a water resevoir for them, though even I can't think of a reason to hook directly into the pipes in the house without being asked if I need to think of finding a permanent therapist.
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I had a traumatic experience last night.
Around threeish, I woke up, feeling like I'd forgotten to put up the hamburger. Yeah. It was three. I was thinking of food. This is not a surprise. Stumbling to the door, I stepped on something that felt squishy with a lot of give. Huh, I said, and turned on the light, looking down to see what appeared to be twitching grey rubber.
Twitching grey rubber, I thought, wiping my eyes. Huh.
Not so much twitching grey rubber as twitching grey and brown gerbil--to wit, my niece's escaped gerbil.
He (she?) died fast, that is something. I--well, he died of compression injuries from, you know, one hundred sixty-something pounds behind a size eight and a half foot bearing down on him, so yeah, fast was pretty much how it had to happen. He twitched. I watched, because if one commits gerbilicide, one should be there to witness. Then I freaked out and ran to my rabbits and let them nip my fingers and stroked their heads so I could feel at one with mammals again.
I feel like I betrayed my phylum or something.
Anyway. Yeah. Karmatic darkness in the future.
I have just realized I really do have the most boring life in history. Next up, counting the number of times I sneeze a day. Maybe *document* it. I could become one of those people. I so could.
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From:But the Fortress of Rabbitude sounds really cool.
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From:*grins* The Fortress is *awesome*. I get a kick out of just looking at it. And planning its future.
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From:*sighs* It had a brave burial in the trash can, to rejoin nature. I wish it speed.
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You are not alone...
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Re: You are not alone...
From:I am *so sorry*.
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From:it was *cute*. darn it.
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From:Re Fortress of Rabbitude - It needs an undergound lair. So the secret love affair between the hero and the villian can meet without being seen.
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From:*bounces warily*
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From:And a batpole. *koff*
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From:Thanks!
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From:I took my gerbil to show and tell in third grade and when he tried to scoot out the little cage door - I slammed it shut really fast - and that was that. Fortunately it wasn't messy, but it was in front of 20+ eight year olds.
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From:*pets gerbil in absentia* That--could not have been easy. damn.
Also, YES! WATERFALL! Why didnt I think of that?
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From:I ... I think I love you.
That's horrifying, about the gerbil. At least it wasn't, you know. Visceral. I suspect that gerbil viscera between the toes would scar one for life.
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From:But you have a Rabbit Palace! That has to help.
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From:Ohh, also is there any chance of getting pics of the fortress. Because, I have this feeling that my imagination is not enough to completely imagine the grandess of it.
*pets* Whoa. I'm sorry about the sudden gerbil death. It was an accidental death so rather than it being gerbilicide it's gerbilslaughter....err...that doesn't really sound any better does it?
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From:I saw X3 on Saturday, and after seeing it, I suddenly had an urge for X fic like I haven't had in years. In particular, I had the urge to reread Jus Ad Bellum.
The new movie has a kind of war theme, but you handled it much, much better.
*happy sigh*
Oh, and thank you again for giving me the unbeta'd ending so long ago. I love the detail in your new ending (for Katherine [sic]), but I love, love, love, the earlier ending where Rogue was split and both universes get her. Just a lovely happy ending for poor alter!Wolvie. :-D
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yet another gerbilcide
From:Mini-Retro (age abt 8 or so) holding baby gerbil in little hot fist squeezes slightly too hard. Gerbil objects vociferously, teeth bearing down deep into finger. Mini-Retro opens her fist and flails her hand instinctively. Gerbil flies across the room, hits the wall, and slides down to the floor. Gerbil actually survives this experience, with visible nervous system damage, but dies a few days later either as a result of internal injuries or at the hands(teeth) of one of his parents.
Permanent trauma. Seriously. Baby! gerbil.
All that aside, the fortress sounds awesome. We had quite a bit of rodential experience: parents let us have at various times one (1) rat, two (2) guinea pigs (who reproduced once), and multiple breeding pairs of gerbils (which resulted in several years of no fewer than twenty (20) gerbils in the house). Rodents like places to climb around and hide in. They like lairs. And tunnels. And stuff like that. I bet your rabbits are verrrry happy.
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From:You provide entertainment and amusement for a huge cast of us, who love to hear about the goings ons of the bunnies, and whose days are brightened by the image of you being galloped over, nibbled on, and generally taken for granted by said buns.
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From:This is probably inappropriate, but have you had your thyroid hormones checked? Waking up in the middle of the night thinking about food is a symptom of other stuff going on. A TSH test kit costs $40 at drugstores now, or your insurance copay if you can talk your doctor into doing the test.
(TSH (thyroid stimulating hormone from the pituitary gland) values under .01 or over 10 are an emergency. Under .3 or or over 3 probably needs medication, too.)
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