I've said this before on other threads, so this will sound redundant to those who'd read them, but I can't do what I'm doing anymore. "She said that before and she's still doing, so clearly she can". Yes, but I'm really coming to the end of myself. I can't do it anymore. I can't keep seeing what I see anymore. I can't stand the environment, the culture, the baseness, the jealousies, the brutishness, the selfishness, the gossip, the hypocrisy, the ankle-deep personalities... The job. I'm not suited to normal. I'm too sensitive for all the ugliness. I'm in a slightly adolescent mood right now, which given their utter childishness I don't feel too guilty about, whereby I am tempted to tell them at once where I think they can go. Of course I never will. But I can't do it anymore. This isn't meant to be my life, I'm sure of that, so it can't continue. I'm going to force myself out of there. You'll see.
Huge! Do you have a softbox, diffusor fabric, a white board or something else in the back? (I loved Deep Octa's years ago.)
I felt this exact same way when working as a stockbroker a few years back. Hated the culture, the snootiness and the boys club environment. I DID tell them what I thought on the day I left. Was it mature? Nope. Did I care? Absolutely not. Best decision ever, happiness doesn’t come with a price tag. To this day, pin stripe suits and pink ties make me just a little angry.
Fix't, because that way you'll have a story the grandchildren will be shocked to find out is actually true.
Ride it anyway and you'll shit yourself and kill two buggerbears with one stone. I recommend a few litres of cheap alcohol to accelerate the procedure.
My two best friends are the obnoxious lovebird who sits on my shoulder as I type, and the gimpy cottontail rabbit who shows up at my door every morning and takes a Ritz cracker from my hand. I'm not sure if that says more about me or the quality of my human associates or the state of humanity in general.
Momentarily caught me by surprise there. I forgot about the photo, and thought you referring to my tiger totem in the Chinese zodiac, and wondering how you knew.
The lovebird is very small and, I think, very lean, and the rabbit is no doubt permeated by parasites. So not a good meal, but maybe in a time of desperation . . . . (but don't tell either of them).
In North America at least, the only parasite you really have to worry about on rabbits it tape worm, and even then, they're not even mature tapeworm, but larva that hang out on the liver. As long as you clean the animal and properly cook it, there shouldn't be any problem. The only other thing they're really prone to is warbles [also known as bot flies (also don't Google if you have a weak stomach)], but gross as they are, they don't affect edibility once the animal's been skinned.
I think the reason I'm spending all day online lately, is that I'm trying to fill a void in my life/myself somewhere. Not surprisingly, it's not working.
You sound like an expert animal eater. Get off my lawn!! But seriously, I read somewhere that you shouldn't try to eat backyard herbivores because they may also have eaten some rat poison. Anyway it's all moot. Flatfoot the gimpy rabbit is my friend.