| 3:52 p.m. | joe iggy | 2003-02-11 |
| Reaped | ugh, i feel so violated after last night's joe millionaire. so...dirty. so...cheated. and now i gotta wade through a whole 2 hour special to see what happens. fox is evil. EVIL. but that didn't stop me from watching it, or calling mike every commercial break to commiserate & mock. haven't done that since 90210 back in middle school. geez. fucking clip shows. so anyway, a long day spent creating articles & search tips for the library newsletter. kinda futile activity in a way, as i doubt anyone reads it except library people, and we know it already. tonight i'm going to the Louisiana Gulf Coast Herpetological Society with moon to learn about "Introduction to the Medical Care of Reptiles - Principles and Techniques as Taught in Today's Schools of Veterinary Medicine." Which will be good for the iguana. and its at the audubon nature center, to which i have yet to visit. speaking of the iguana, i woke up on sunday and couldn't find him anywhere. he's free range, but usually i find him chowing down on the cat food or on the stairs trying to take a crap. but monday, he was nowhere to the point i thought someone had broken into the house and stolen him. it's possible -- not too long ago someone ripped off a 6 foot iggy from the audubon zoo and it was found months later in the Ninth ward, wearing a bandana and being called Jo-Jo. but it is kinda dumb since you'd obviously take the dvd player as well as the iguana. and probably the stash too. duh. so anyway, i'm looking and looking and finally on the last scan of my bedroom i see it - a pale green underbelly rested gently on the top of my closet door panels. which SUCKED since the two pair of designer shoes i own were directly below lizard's ass, waiting to be fecalized. not to mention the work wardrobe in splatter distance. so anyway, i figured iggy would eventually come down from hunger/thirst/what have you. but he is a stubborn lizard. and he has this way of looking at you. he knows when you're talking about him. cocks his head and focuses his hazel eyes on whatever is making racket. for example, the broom on which i tried to get him to climb. he cocks his head, looks at it, then slowly closes his eye from the bottom up. according to the iguana book, this means he wants to ignore you. this went on most of the weekend, a battle of the wills--reptilio y mano -- until finally i couldn't stand it. no iguana could perch that long without food or water or sunshine and not be doing it on purpose. i grabbed the broom. spoke in a kind, soothing tone: "goooooood iguana. haaaappy iguana. time to go back upstairs..." iggy looked at me as i nudged the broom under his belly, and shut his eyes. eventually though, i got him on the broom and carried him upstairs. he is again the upstairs reptile. that is, until i get home & discover he's done it again. but that's ok. it's all part of being a herpetoculturalist. which is different from being a herpetologist because you don't have a degree. so yeah. that was a long side story. i hope you enjoyed it. i'm enjoying the fact there's only a half-hour left til i go home. *closes eye from bottom up*
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