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Oct. 19th, 2007 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageGod, I swear, every time I return to my room, my roommate is asleep on top of some sort of homework.
Anyway...
Last night, Rigel and I decided to save the bird (starling?) that we saw fluttering around in the rafters of PH 100 on Monday and Wednesday. I decided to call my bird-expert friend Stefan, who advised us on our rescue mission.
Problems: High ceilings. The bird likes the rafters. No windows. One set of back doors.
Equipment: Table. Frosted flakes and stale cookies to use as bait (mealworms would have been nice, but we don't know anyone or anywhere on campus that has them and doubted pet stores would be open). Cardboard box for trap: I had a huge 18" x 18" x 24" box, but Rigel made me opt for a smaller one so it would be easier to transport there. Small cardboard box with pull-string duct-taped to it to make the larger box fall. I also know of a janitor's closet down the hall that isn't locked and contains large ladders.
Mallory lost her sense of adventure when we started sounding hardcore about it, and the rest of our dinner group (the five of us traveled to the Underground in a "V" formation, flapping our wings) wasn't interested, so we stopped by the Cluster to see if we had any volunteers. We had one, named Michael.
When we arrived at the lecture hall around 10 something, we discovered that a "black metal" concert entitled "Wolves in the Throne Room" was taking place inside the hall since 8 PM. We really hope the bird got out when they were moving in the equipment and made its way outside; the metal was pretty loud and metal-types are not the kindest to woodland creatures.
So we went back to the Cluster and slacked off on the internets. Rigel had hoped to invite Dom on our adventure, and right as we stalked him, he appeared in the Cluster. We didn't speak to him. Dannel told Rigel to use Pidgin and IMed me creeperly. Then Rigel IMed him. I went through a bunch of foundphotos. The background noise went from being programming-nerdly:kernelspeak to plain ol' straight-up nerdly:mermaid archers, tree-elves, etc. in some kind of computer game.
Abandoned items: a mostly-finished two-liter of Mountain Dew and a Burger King crown.
Chrisamaphone came in asking for duct tape to make an ITR game wand and invited Rigel and me to play. The game was Happyville, aka Zombies vs. Humans. We declined and went back to Donner.
Anna, Amal and Mallory were watching some sappy chick flick. We later discovered it was The Notebook and that they were only a few minutes into it. They paused it so Ben could come watch. Next thing we know, the guys' RA Brad pops in and watches for five minutes. In not long, he comes back and watches the entire last half-to-three-quarters of the movie. He later revealed it was his third time seeing it. He has also both read and watched Memoirs of a Geisha. Brad is weird. Rigel made hilarious faces when it got stupid, which was often. Ben felt bad for the rich, successful businessman who fought for Amuuurica. He would. The DVD fucked up at the end, so we didn't see the last 30 seconds, but chick flick buff Bradley Miller gave us the rundown.
We talked about drugs and other things when Alejandro came back and trickled off to go to sleep.
The important part is that Rigel and I are now would-be Wildlife Ninjas.
Anyway...
Last night, Rigel and I decided to save the bird (starling?) that we saw fluttering around in the rafters of PH 100 on Monday and Wednesday. I decided to call my bird-expert friend Stefan, who advised us on our rescue mission.
Problems: High ceilings. The bird likes the rafters. No windows. One set of back doors.
Equipment: Table. Frosted flakes and stale cookies to use as bait (mealworms would have been nice, but we don't know anyone or anywhere on campus that has them and doubted pet stores would be open). Cardboard box for trap: I had a huge 18" x 18" x 24" box, but Rigel made me opt for a smaller one so it would be easier to transport there. Small cardboard box with pull-string duct-taped to it to make the larger box fall. I also know of a janitor's closet down the hall that isn't locked and contains large ladders.
Mallory lost her sense of adventure when we started sounding hardcore about it, and the rest of our dinner group (the five of us traveled to the Underground in a "V" formation, flapping our wings) wasn't interested, so we stopped by the Cluster to see if we had any volunteers. We had one, named Michael.
When we arrived at the lecture hall around 10 something, we discovered that a "black metal" concert entitled "Wolves in the Throne Room" was taking place inside the hall since 8 PM. We really hope the bird got out when they were moving in the equipment and made its way outside; the metal was pretty loud and metal-types are not the kindest to woodland creatures.
So we went back to the Cluster and slacked off on the internets. Rigel had hoped to invite Dom on our adventure, and right as we stalked him, he appeared in the Cluster. We didn't speak to him. Dannel told Rigel to use Pidgin and IMed me creeperly. Then Rigel IMed him. I went through a bunch of foundphotos. The background noise went from being programming-nerdly:kernelspeak to plain ol' straight-up nerdly:mermaid archers, tree-elves, etc. in some kind of computer game.
Abandoned items: a mostly-finished two-liter of Mountain Dew and a Burger King crown.
Chrisamaphone came in asking for duct tape to make an ITR game wand and invited Rigel and me to play. The game was Happyville, aka Zombies vs. Humans. We declined and went back to Donner.
Anna, Amal and Mallory were watching some sappy chick flick. We later discovered it was The Notebook and that they were only a few minutes into it. They paused it so Ben could come watch. Next thing we know, the guys' RA Brad pops in and watches for five minutes. In not long, he comes back and watches the entire last half-to-three-quarters of the movie. He later revealed it was his third time seeing it. He has also both read and watched Memoirs of a Geisha. Brad is weird. Rigel made hilarious faces when it got stupid, which was often. Ben felt bad for the rich, successful businessman who fought for Amuuurica. He would. The DVD fucked up at the end, so we didn't see the last 30 seconds, but chick flick buff Bradley Miller gave us the rundown.
We talked about drugs and other things when Alejandro came back and trickled off to go to sleep.
The important part is that Rigel and I are now would-be Wildlife Ninjas.
