Friday, October 12, 2012


The following is a telephone conversation that Ron and I had yesterday.

Ron: Hello.

Marni: Can I bring home a dead bird?

Ron: No. Wait, where are you*?

Marni: That's not fair and I'm at the beach.

Ron: Definitely no.

Marni: Why?

Ron: What are you going to do with it?

Marni: Let it rot on the deck and then clean up the bones.

Ron: Are you being serious?

Marni: Well its not like I want to let it to rot on the deck. I can't help that I don't have a dermestid** colony. Wait, why don't I have a dermestid colony?! Can I bring home a dermestid colony?

-Long pause-

Ron: No. and. No. Come home. Without the rotten deck bird or any bugs.

Coveted dead bird. I don't even know what it is,
but I am sure it has a lovely skeleton.

I definitely feel I am being repressed. The "man" is bringing me down***.

*For a second he thought I meant dinner, like a roasted chicken or something. lol, on him.
** Flesh eating beetles, like the ones I've used in labs.
*** Not seriously, of course.

1 comment:

  1. It's now December and I was driving home from UVic. in the dark at rush hour on a main road and there was a HUGE OWL dead on the side of the road. It was rush hour and I was in traffic so could do nothing. This was Friday, the same day as the school shootings. Highly un-nerving.

    It's your old advisor here.