« on: October 21, 2014, 08:01:11 am »
I live in the Promised Land, except the Chosen People are all trying to get out.
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The fascinating thing about her suggestion is that the point of the program is to provide field research experience for me, not to enrich my children's life experiences.
And then it was shortly followed up by another guy lamenting that it's only an 11-day program and not a 6-month program. Jesus fucking christ people, I just want to get accepted to the program I actually applied for, not some hypothetical 6-month program where I can bring my children. Let me at least get accepted to the thing I WANT before starting in on how it's too bad it isn't something else entirely.
The bufo marinus was a bad choice, it's just too prolific. Other large toads have more specific breeding profiles, though this also restricts their yearly net consumption. They don't eat much during periods of non-reproduction.They have a shit ton of brown tree snakes as well, don't they?
Yes, and the spiders eat those too.
Uh, I'm not so sure about that, especially given they're about 3-6 feet long. My understanding was that brown tree snakes ate all the birds which used to hunt spiders, leading to a population explosion, and the only animals which feed on the brown tree snakes are red-bellied black snakes and cane toads. The former is...not terrible, as far as Australian snakes and invasive species go, but the latter...
A. Kim Jong-Un died unexpectedly in an embarrassing fashion, and his handlers haven't figured out how to present it or to replace him.
B. Kim Jong-Un has become suddenly politically inconvenient to his handlers, and they're keeping him locked up, kinda like the Westboros did with their founder in his last weeks before he died.
I've already posted here before, but I suppose I should formally introduce myself.
I'm nonheroick. Job title says Chaos Magician but I'm guessing its somewhere between telling lies and making art.
What I says tends to be short and sweet. I can't tell the difference between sarcasm and seriousness, but that's okay, because even if I could I would (/not) take it all seriously anyways.