Rocks & Plants & Birds & Things

(but I’ll probably be a cat called Cuervo, because that’s Baddy McBadAss.)

I have to confess a mild fascination with characters called normal human names, whether it’s fake animal people online or even, say, Mike Wazowski from Monsters, Inc. and so forth. Like, a name is just a name; I don’t have to be Fancypants McSpottybutt; I could just be a cat named Hector.

If I sing for more tequila, it ain’t gonna be Joe Crow. But yeah, it’s not lost on me.

I never met Jim, but I’ve met living Kermiteers and I’ve worked with puppeteers who worked alongside Jim. I wish I could have known him in person, but I’m glad we get to see his work to this day. There’s none other like him.

I might pop into New York City for a couple days soon. Who’s there? I talk a lot of shit about the place (sorry!) cos I’m really really not a city mouse, but oh, it’s so fun to visit. I wanna see some shows. I wanna eat some eats. What’s a country mouse to do?

Oh, or Cuervo. I think Cuervo is a great name for a black-on-black cat.

(even if literally NOBODY liked my Recuervo song lyrics earlier today; listen, there’s something deeply wrong with all of you, that was some good shit)

Maybe I’ll go ahead and be Recuervo, just out of spite. Recuervome.

Okay, so if I were, say, a melanistic jaguar, and for some reason I didn’t want to also be called Gat, what’s a good name?
1. Tinto
2. Manchester
3. Miguel
4. [your other answer here]

How do you animal people name your animals?

I smell best in forested places and sunny places. Is that reason enough to choose where I live?

maybe

The scents of my body change from place to place. In some places, I smell amazing. Where I’m staying right now, my pits reek an unholy reek, and no sir, I don’t like it. I’m supposed to be here another couple weeks, and I’m not sure I can stand my own aroma that long. Bleh.

There’s a dozen or so neighborhood crows that know me as The Peanut Guy and will cross the street to see if I’ve brought numnums.

Please, Universe, let this be the Checkov’s Gun of some terrible villain’s downfall. 🙏

Recuervo me
Now I have to say ka-kaw
Recuervo me
Again a raven in this song
May nevermore my feathered forehead furrow that you’re far
I quoth a croaky kaugh for you with beak as black as tar

Recuervo meeeeeeeee 🐦‍⬛

Gwa, haaaaa

Hmm, yeah, I’m not really the praying type, and those sound oddly specific. Maybe I’ll have to start my own, and a little closer to home (wherever that is)

God almighty, how far we have fallen, and how fast.

That comma wasn’t supposed to be there. I apologize in advance to everyone who’ll find it annoying. I already wish I hadn’t posted this before proofreading, but I was in a hurry. I’m so sorry. Please pretend this never happened.

Are there any, monasteries or whatever but for like animal people? Where do we go for spiritual practice and discovery? I want to go there.

My life ended and began anew in 2019, and another new chapter begins today. Thread (short). 🧵

Screencap: Fantastic Mister Fox from the Wes Anderson stop-motion masterpiece, with a graphic overlay reading “most obsessively rewatched two-thousands animation on Disney Plus,” posted on Instagram by the London-based puppet studio responsible for creating the characters, Arch Model Studio

So starting November 21, The Design Museum in London will be home to a Wes Anderson exhibit that will include some critters from his films. This is absolutely a must-see bucket list thing for me, so expect to find me there. Saving my pence.

designmuseum.org/exhibitions/...

I have been given the sacred responsibility of being there in the darkness.

When you think you are walking through the darkest, loneliest moments of your life, reach out and find my warm and spotted shoulder.

You probably can’t see me, but if you try, you might just smell me.

I feel whole in a wholly new way.

I want to continue to experience what I did tonight. It was the second-most powerful thing that’s ever happened for me, and I want to wear that skin again, want to walk in that place again, want to be there for someone who needs me when they need someone like who I was.

If you ever have these dreams (and no, they were not simply dreams, but DREAMS in all caps — experiences that were more real than waking life), I’d like to hear about them, if you feel like talking about it. I want to understand what we go through.

I don’t know the person, and I don’t know whether they’d know me. But I walked with them in the darkness, padding on four large and quiet paws, and listened, and though I could not speak, I gave them the same choice and chance I had been given. They took new breath and afaik breathe still.

A few years ago in the middle of the night my heart stopped, and I went to a place that was halfway between this world and the next. A black rabbit gave me the choice and the chance to return to life, and here I still am. Tonight I died again, but this time I was someone else’s guide.

Ask a coyote, get a coyote

I have been remembering what it was like to fall in love. I’m not falling in love rn, but the memories are intense and amazing. I’d love to fall in love again someday. I’m sorry that I don’t fall in love more often; it’s not your fault. Maybe someday it’ll happen again.

That sounds like a question for a situation that I’d want more information about. I make rash decisions on my own behalf, but I don’t usually presume to advise others. And with limited data, I’d be shooting blinder than blind with any answer I might hazard.

Here for you.

Yay Brooklyn Robins! 🧢

As a part-time corvid I probably should have been rooting for Toronto, but I have some family history with the Doyers (long before they were Dodgers, back when we were all birds). Not that I watched any of the games, but no matter what, YAY BIRDS 🐦‍⬛

And that made me wonder: am I the only one who naps standing up? Does anyone else, when napping, focus on people nearby? Is this normal?

I understand that I’m not normal; it’s in my DNA. But I guess I never questioned these standing naps until tonight. So. Where we at on this?