We have bonded. He is excited for his new life as an uncomfortable interactive kinetic soft robotic planet-cat Saturn-Gizmo hybrid, and I am excited to stay up all night with this lovely warm french-press full of coffee and fix up his innards. I am excited about a Concordia project !(?)
I will not sleep, I have shook off my lethargy. I will be a champion crazy-night-artist. And then I will go to schoool super earrrlyyy and leave notes where cute people will find them (I have decided to revive notes as a response to my lack of cellulurrr phone) and have more coffee and create mechanized cougar screams and hook this baby's sensors up. And I won't fall asleep until after my afternoon class.
I am really becoming fond of my webcam. It's like the so-shitty-they're-magical disposable camera of the digital world.
I went out for a run around 11 last night, apparently showing a characteristic disregard for self-preservation, and spotted this gorgeous guy on a lawn, a block from my house. An entire, intact crow carcass, couldn't have been dead more than a day.
It looks like he (she?) died from a head wound; it's the only source of trauma I can see. I didn't have gloves when I went to collect him though (more disregard for self-preservation?) so I haven't handled him thoroughly, he could be wounded beneath his wings or something. But I'm only interested in the skeleton, especially the skull (!!). Gonna bury him for a few months in a decay cage, dig him back up before the ground freezes. If that's not enough time I'll have to wait for the spring thaw.