World Enough and Time

Oh HELL. I'm sorry to hear it. *hugs*

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Thank you. *Hugs* back.

I don't remember when you get back to Ottawa - ?

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Last night!

With even a little nudging I'll toss on some decent clothes and come meet you at the Arrow in about an hour, actually...

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Hee! I can't afford the A&L and I have a few things to do immediately, but do come over as soon as you've eaten - Alayne's coming over about 8:15-8:30 for a double Torchwood viewing. We figured it wouldn't be too late as long as I could get to bed by 10:30 or 11.

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I really wish I could join you!

Would you do me a favour and ask Marna if she got my email about confirming Cat's address so that I can send her (i.e. Cat) a Christmas card? Thanks.

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I did not! i do not know why I did not!

Email me at marna at marna dot ca, okay?

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i do not know why I did not!

Um, your lj address is evidently playing silly buggers.

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Did you get my email? 'Cos if you replied, I didn't get it.

::eyes poor lonely card waiting to be sent to Cat::

My email is rosiespark at hotmail dot com. Please..?

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I wish you could join us to! We really need a TARDIS. Badly.

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I'm on it! And Ian may come.

Shall I bring snacks?

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Sure! Bring Ian. Bring snacks. Whatever you fancy.

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neonnurse.livejournal.com

Oh, man, that sucks. I'm sorry.

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Thanks. *hug*

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Oh, no. I'm so sorry.

::hugs you::

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*hugs back* Thanks. He was just so cute! And here so briefly.

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Yeah, not fair. How is it that Veronica sums up Pope's Essay on Man: "Life's a bitch, and then you die"? Or, if you're Veronica, you put your head back down on your desk and go back to sleep in class. *g*

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Yeah. It all reminds me that all literature is about life and death and taxes and falling asleep in class and tough stuff like that. Little birds fall dead and that's just something we have to live with. For the Doctor, it's sort of like that with humans. But he cares anyway.

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...As we care about tiny fluffy birds.

A thought: check out which breeder supplied him to the shop. It may be that they've been breeding from less robust birds.

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Yes. Quite possible. Though my instinct at the moment is to talk about it as little as possible - let me get a little perspective with time, first.

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Yup. And give lots of love to poor Logan, who must be stunned at all his recent misfortunes with his cage-mates.

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Logan was singing a little more last night. He cheered up when everyone came over for Torchwood - there isn't much a budgie likes as much as company! - and then did his best to drown out the television all on his own - an easier job with three budgies than one, but he was doing well enough that I had to take him into the bedroom so we could make any sense of the show.

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I am so glad he is coping!
And of course, as a bird of excellent taste, he is a Torchwood fan!

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Of course. The clever little guy knows exactly which shows to watch!

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Good. Please pet him for me.

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kikibug13.livejournal.com

Gulp! So... unexpected!
I'm sorry :( *hug*

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Thanks. Yes. *hug*

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ataniell93.livejournal.com

I'm so sorry!

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Thanks. You'd think utter cuteness would be some sort of protection from cruel fate, wouldn't you? But life just doesn't work that way.

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Too true, alas: Cuteness is no protection.
Poor wee thing. At least he was loved in his brief life.

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femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com

*hugs* I'm sorry... Life really blows at times.

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Yes. It does. It's the downside of having sweet, fragile pets.

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femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com

or of being alive... (has had BAD day!)

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You too? Oh dear. Bad days happen. (Don't they just.) And life... can be appalling sometimes in what it does to us.

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femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com

My colelge takes the P big time.... UGH. I hate being ill...

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Being ill is horrible by definition, and worse when someone else is giving you trouble.

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bright-lilim.livejournal.com

I'm sorry. :(

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Thanks!

Logan is singing tonight and it makes me think of Legolas' song for the death of Gandalf at Rivendell.

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Please give him lots of love and attention from me. Poor little guy, he's been through so much in budgie-world recently!

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Uh-huh. Right now poor Logan can't seem to figure out why I think it's morning when it's still dark out, and nothing is happening!

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Poor bird...

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judymoe.livejournal.com

I'm sorry. Poor little Remy.

:::hug:::

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Thank. Yeah. Cute little guy. *hug*

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meret.livejournal.com

I'm so sorry! *hugs*

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Thanks! *hug*

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dargie.livejournal.com

Aw sweetie, I'm so sorry.

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monsieureden.livejournal.com

Oh my god. :( Not a good week. *hug to you*

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No, not a good week. A strange week. *hugs back*

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acampbell.livejournal.com

Oh, NO!!!

I'm so sorry.

That's why I quit getting parakeets. I'd get so attached, and then...

Poor little guy.

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Yes - that's the thing about budgies. So easy to get attached.

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countrycousin.livejournal.com

Aww. I had just sent Remy's Awesome Adventure to DW. Dying in a fall seems odd for a creature as light as a bird, but they have such delicate structure.

Best wishes to Remy wherever he flies.

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Yes - thank you. I'm sure the ghost of little Remy thanks you. Yes, he was light, but he was also fragile.

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Is it possible it was delayed shock from getting stressed stuck in the dish? They are such nervous little things, their little hearts can give out.

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From personal experience, it tends to be more that their little hearts give out, and then they fall. They are very fragile wee creatures.

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That might have happened, for whatever reason. Can't blame Teflon this time.

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No. Poor darling...

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benbenberi.livejournal.com

Oh no! Poor little baby bird. :-(

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Yes. So little, so fluffy. I can't help thinking "out, out brief candle". There's a certain perversity in thinking about Shakespeare when I'm feeling down.

Thanks for commenting.

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Gutted. Just gutted.
Poor sweet little baby. This is just...
Big hugs, my dear. I am so, so sorry to hear it.

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Thanks. Empathy appreciated!

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Well, I remember Magnus when he was the same age: they are so sweet and innocent and fluffy. I think however long (or not) we have them, birds stay in our hearts for ever, and Remy will always be your baby bluebird.

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He will. When the babies die, it sticks with me longer.... Once Wisdom (one of my first and finest birds) had two little birdlets who hatched and lived a few days only. I think she just couldn't keep up with the task of feeding two of them adequately. Anyway, those tiny helpless featherless chirping sweeties struck deep to my heart!

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Aw! Poor mites!

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My budgie book describes new-hatched budgies as ugly, but they aren't. The are really unutterably cute. They look like tiny biped aliens - no feathers, big lidless eyes, triangular mouth (no beak yet), legs extended and larger in proportion to the body than they later become. They quickly change into something that looks more birdlike, and soon become little balls of grey fluff. Incredibly cute.

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Yes! I sent you a link to a site that has some adorable baby pics, showing budgies growing up. They are tiny pink baby dinosaurs! All baby birds are appealing.

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iibnf.livejournal.com

Poor tiny little soul :(

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So tiny, so feathery, so... blue.

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condolences for Remy, at least he was not alone on this wis world (someone has to say it).

Maybe next time an other type of pet, a bit sturdier? A hippo or elephant?

sterkte

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An elephant might not fit into my apartment. A phoenix, perhaps, who would at least rise from the dead again? I wonder where Dumbledore got his.

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you might remember the "hobbit" possibly a proponent of a race of smal homonoids living long time ago, far far away (on an Indonesian island to be a bit more precise). The hunted dwarved elephants. (The idea is that live on islands (small enough - isolated long enough) will miniturize life forms).

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There were certainly dwarf island mammoths: perhaps better suited for Canada in winter?

Or what about a pterodactyl? All the best people have them!

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I've been told the flying ancient reptile we see joyfully fill our screens every week is not stricly a pterdactyl. (Someone on the Torchwood community seemed to be knowledgable at this area).

I am afraid, whether the creature goes by the name of pterodactyl (wich sounds like a metrum for a Greek poem, I think) or any other, that I would not realy have the accomodations for it.

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I think, strictly speaking, it's a pteranodon (it has the head-crest), but pterodactyl is the generic name for the family of animals: it means 'wing-fingered', as their wings are skin flaps stretched between their finger-bones (like bats' wings).

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I have no problem with calling it a pterodactyl because the show calls it a pterodactyl. Perhaps Captain Jack knows something about it that we don't. (A pterodon in disguise? A pterodon by any other name would smell as fishy?) Even if if looked like a blowfish, I see no point in calling it by a name that isn't used in the show.

I'm all for fictional realities.

(Of course, if this were a point of medieval history, I'd probably react quite differently.)

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And it is a pterodactyl - just one of a subspecies of the family.

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That works for me! He's a handsome beast, in any case.

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Yes! They all have the same wing structure, it's just that pteranodons have crests (and I think the tail is different, too).

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The tail would have to be longer to balance the crest, if the crest is longer. In the same way a budgie's tail-feathers are long, to balance the head and the body.

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Something like that. Anyway, to say a pteranodon isn't a pterodactyl would be like saying that a budgie isn't a bird, when budgieness is a subset of birdness.

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I'm sure if I ask Logan he'll inform me that a budgie is a bird - a bird of the very best type, and the best there is at what he does!

(If you aren't enough up on X-Men to know, that's a tag line for Wolverine, a.k.a. Logan - "He the best there is at what he does." Usually followed by a line about what it is he does, whatever that may be in any given story. Last one I read was "He the best there is at what he does, and what he does - isn't shopping!")

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I too have heard it said. I looked up 'pterodactyl' and 'pterodon' in Wikipedia, decided that the distinction was a pedantry and that in common parlance - and ooh, what a silly phrase that is - 'pterodactyl' is a fine umbrella word for both.

It does sound like a Greek metre. I assume there's a similar word-root - finger/foot/digit, some meaning like that? I have wondered why 'foot' is the word for a syllable of poetry, and it just occurred to me (duh!) that it's probably because, to keep a beat, we tap our feet.

Or maybe that's one of those silly derivations and it's nothing like that at all.

The care and feeding of a pterodactyl must be tricky, though Jack and Ianto seem to have sorted it out - at least well enough to keep their alive.

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Or what about a pterodactyl? All the best people have them!

I'd love one. Do you think my landlord would object? Damn, I wish Captain Jack could be my landlord!

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Jack as a landlord could be fun...

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Especially if it meant living in the Hub! Now, I have a nice little fountain that runs water with a pretty tinkly sound when I remember to fill it. The Hub has a whole bloody waterfall! And all those neat tunnels and odd spaces and white tiles. Nice central downtown location, too.

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Mind, it's probably a bit dangerous... But you would have Jack and team to protect you!

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you would have Jack and team to protect you!

I wouldn't mind that in the least!

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I do love bonsai trees.

The idea is that live on islands (small enough - isolated long enough) will miniturize life forms).

So why doesn't the same think work for urban apartments? I always have trouble fitting stuff in - !

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eh, it only works for stuff that breeds - for we need generations and generations before this happens. So if you want to take advantage of this you must make sure that your coffeemaker and hoover are sexually active after a month or so.

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you must make sure that your coffeemaker and hoover are sexually active after a month or so.

And here I'd been wasting my time lecturing them on safe sex!

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you must be a succesfull lecturer.

Or maybe there is only cross species sex in your house, that doesn't result in any offspring. To have at least a smithereen of change that the minitorisation breeding programm is succesfull you need at least two of everything.

(Like with many things, you make the problem worse before improvement comes)

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The only thing I have successfully bred was budgies, and truthfully, I didn't have to do anything except put Simon and Wisdom in the same cage for a while. Then suddenly there were these hatching eggs.

The rest of the household furniture seems to be sterile.

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vervassal.livejournal.com

*hugs*

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Thanks. [hug back]

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gem225.livejournal.com

I'm so sorry. *hugs*

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Thanks! *hugs back*

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star-momma.livejournal.com

Oh, I'm soooo sorry! Especially to have another loss so soon :(

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Yes. Doesn't seem right, does it?

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jkluge.livejournal.com

Oh, no! :-( Oh, poor budgie. Dearest, I'm so sorry for your loss.

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Thanks. He was such a great little bird - ! I'll miss him.

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well, if they do breed, do keep an eye on them and let me know if subsequent generations end up smaller than their parents. (thanks)

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loreleif.livejournal.com

Oh, poo! *HUGS* I'm so sorry to hear that. How are you and Logan doing?

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