Tonight's Blog Entry--Take #2
Okay...so I'd written quite a bit on here when Edgar managed to land on the keyboard and back my browser up two pages, wiping out everything I'd written. He's getting very mobile...I left his cage door open tonight and figured I'd just wait and see when he'd come out. He stayed in there for about half an hour or so...even looked like he was going to go to sleep at one moment--and then, when I went into the bathroom, out he hopped. He has since discovered my trackball (I think the red ball intrigues him), the keyboard (as already mentioned), the stack of hats on top of the monitor, a stack of cassette tapes on one shelf, and the gargoyle head on the wall. This, in addition to his normal haunts--he's back on the rapier again, and has paid a couple of visits to the couch and the entertainment center. I was quite amused when he landed next to the keyboard while I was typing and started walking around (he even stepped on a few of the keys...which I was going to leave in the last post, but he apparently didn't think that was a good idea.)
I think Ed's feeling the 'pressures of springtime'...he's up on the rapier, making a variety of cooing noises and flaring his tailfeathers like he's doing some kind of mating display. It'd explain his more aggressive attitude lately. I think I'm going to invest in a little spray bottle to discourage his attacks on my hand when I reach into the cage to get him (or the food, or the water). DEFINITELY glad I don't have a parrot right now.
In other news--I think I may have stumbled on my new dream job. It would be sinfully easy, in comparison to what I do right now, in some ways...and much more demanding in others. But it's a job where I can't imagine NOT enjoying my time at work every day. And, at the risk of angering or upsetting some who may be reading this (it's just a joke, Jill!), I'll tell you what it is...
Are you ready?
I would really like---
I mean, REALLY--
Like to be--
The Wardrobe Manager or Chief Dresser on Deal or No Deal.
Have you seen this show? There really is nothing to it, intellectually...very simple premise, very straightforward...and I'm in serious danger of being addicted to it. But it isn't the show, itself, that I would enjoy, so much as it is the TWENTY-SIX gorgeous models they have holding the briefcases. I can't imagine it not being fun to work in that environment. ;)
Am I a chauvinist? Possibly. But I enjoy working with beautiful people. (Yeah, Kevin, I'm pretty sure I'd have to go union to land that job...thanks...) ;)
A guy can dream, can't he?
Okay...so I'd written quite a bit on here when Edgar managed to land on the keyboard and back my browser up two pages, wiping out everything I'd written. He's getting very mobile...I left his cage door open tonight and figured I'd just wait and see when he'd come out. He stayed in there for about half an hour or so...even looked like he was going to go to sleep at one moment--and then, when I went into the bathroom, out he hopped. He has since discovered my trackball (I think the red ball intrigues him), the keyboard (as already mentioned), the stack of hats on top of the monitor, a stack of cassette tapes on one shelf, and the gargoyle head on the wall. This, in addition to his normal haunts--he's back on the rapier again, and has paid a couple of visits to the couch and the entertainment center. I was quite amused when he landed next to the keyboard while I was typing and started walking around (he even stepped on a few of the keys...which I was going to leave in the last post, but he apparently didn't think that was a good idea.)
I think Ed's feeling the 'pressures of springtime'...he's up on the rapier, making a variety of cooing noises and flaring his tailfeathers like he's doing some kind of mating display. It'd explain his more aggressive attitude lately. I think I'm going to invest in a little spray bottle to discourage his attacks on my hand when I reach into the cage to get him (or the food, or the water). DEFINITELY glad I don't have a parrot right now.
In other news--I think I may have stumbled on my new dream job. It would be sinfully easy, in comparison to what I do right now, in some ways...and much more demanding in others. But it's a job where I can't imagine NOT enjoying my time at work every day. And, at the risk of angering or upsetting some who may be reading this (it's just a joke, Jill!), I'll tell you what it is...
Are you ready?
I would really like---
I mean, REALLY--
Like to be--
The Wardrobe Manager or Chief Dresser on Deal or No Deal.
Have you seen this show? There really is nothing to it, intellectually...very simple premise, very straightforward...and I'm in serious danger of being addicted to it. But it isn't the show, itself, that I would enjoy, so much as it is the TWENTY-SIX gorgeous models they have holding the briefcases. I can't imagine it not being fun to work in that environment. ;)
Am I a chauvinist? Possibly. But I enjoy working with beautiful people. (Yeah, Kevin, I'm pretty sure I'd have to go union to land that job...thanks...) ;)
A guy can dream, can't he?
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