May. 16th, 2006

treehat: (FLAAAPJAAACKS!)
So. I've been gone a month and a half. It's fascinating, really, how when you swear off blogs and journals, your interest in them seems to triple. So, on that note, here's a couple links to enjoy before today's anecdote.

The BSG cast, Simpsons-style.

"I can't control the Rainbow Doom!"

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In other news, we have a robin outside the dining room that isn't quite right in the head. At all. Here's what I think his though process must be:
*yawn* What a wonderful day! Time to build a nest... Hey! Who are you? Get out of my tree!
At this point, he attacks the "other" bird.
*flap-flap THUDNK flap-flap-flap* Hey! Get outta my tree, you twit! *flap-flap THUDNK flap-flap THUDNK THUD flap-flap-flap*
Repeat about fifty times. Nowhere, during any of this, does he stop or realize he is attacking his own reflection. So, after getting irritated by the constant *THUDNK ... THUDNK ... THUDNK ... THUDNK* all morning, we try to scare him off. It continues:
Ack! Big person! I'll just flap over to the next branch until they go away... It's you again! Die, bird! *THUDNK*
It. Never. Stopped. Eventually, after lunch, I grabbed my cheap air cannon and walked outside to do battle with Mr. Thudnk. For his own good, of course. Not that he would listen to reason:
*THUDNKYDUNK* Eh? Who's that? Eek! It has a ... um ... uhh ... large blackish thing. I'll just flap over to the other branch. *SWOOOSH* Hm, nice breeze. Oh, he's still there. I'll hop over here. That's odd. Those leaves just moved. Damn, he's still there. Alright, then, I'll hop over . . . HERE!
Repeat a few more times. (It should be noted I never managed to hit Mr. Thudnk, since both the air cannon and myself are incredibly innaccurate.) I gave up and went inside, and the THUDNKing resumed the nanosecond the door closed. About an hour later, we decided it was time to bring out the big guns. So we got out the cruise-missle of bird scaring: a Boston Pops CD. After a few seconds of that, he scurried off across the yard. Victory!

...Nope. He came back shortly after the music was done. So he continued on with it, going THUDNK ... THUD ... THIDNK ... THUDNK ... THUDNK. I think he's still going.
All the while, poor Mr. Thudnk is thinking You bloody persistant bird! Why won't you give up?
He is a birdbrain among birdbrains.

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