That sounds absolutely mental in the most wholesome way haha.

I trained most of them to aim their tail feathers away before they do, but yes, sometimes it just gushes out when it gushes out. They’re wild birds, it’s part of the package. But I do put a towel on my lap, so that makes things easier. Also no scratches on the legs if the birds decide to fight each other on my lap. They do that especially in spring, when the hormones are fluctuating.

I call all of them goobers, so “Mr Goober” is called Derfred. It is the goofiest bird I have ever seen. I suspect it might’ve hit a window or car or something at some stage and stayed a bit silly. Derfred even bites and climbs on other birds, just playing. But the other birds aren’t always prepared to put up with it haha. Poor thing. But Derfred is healthy and happy.

Here are names I’ve given to some of the other birds:

• Signore Salieri (has an unusually large beak and high “hair line”)

• Mr Faith No More (actually a girl, but looks a lot like Mike Patton. Sounds dumb but I swear it’s true).

• Mr Roy (has a rainbow-ish pattern on the head. Full name is Roy G. Biv).

• Cleopatra (a lady bird who gets a lot of attention from the boys, and takes no prisoners. She’s always very nice to me, though)

• Mr Blackbottom (he has a large black patch on his lower beak - completely harmless. Beaks are black as juveniles, then the black gradually fades as they get older).

• The Scream (a girl bird who enjoys landing on my arm, staring me square in the eye, flapping her wings and screeching at me. No other reason than to chat/play. Weirdo).

• John Deere (when I sing or talk, this goober stares at me like a deer in the headlights. As if I am threatening it. It knows full well I’m not threatening it, just a bit of a drama queen).

There are more but I can’t remember them right now.

I leave food and water out for the local birds, and sit outside under a beautiful big tree, and birds come up, eat the food, have a drink and a bath/splash around, then some of them land on me and we have a chat. I actually get a lot more sense out of those interactions than I do with any human where I am, so it really helps. One little goober gets a crazy look in the eye, then (most of the time) gently bites my finger and half rolls over. So I roll him/her over and tickle the belly. It’s hard to stay grumpy when you start your day like that!

The thing that helped me was “let go or be dragged”.

Death will happen whether I stress out about it or not. Stressing about it just contaminates the time you have. So I gradually learned to focus more on the “isn’t existence weird?!” than “death is coming”. And when you really get into the swing of it, your limited time becomes timeless.

Yes, I don’t mind “Living God” as long as it remains abstract and not attached to whatever religious organisation.

Why “number”?

“All I said was that piece of halibut was fit for Jocular”.

Yes! Viva la difference! I like that there are a lot of options for everyone, I’d just like some more options that suited me.

Your post prompted me to have a look at Tildes. It looks alright, but a bit… dry.

I’ve been trying out the other fediverse platforms, based on how cool Lemmy is, and they all pale in comparison. It really is a neat little thing we’ve got going on.

Not San Jose, and not Juicy Burger. It was a small franchise that went broke.

It’s a tie for me.

1. A place where they served only the bun and meat, and you got to serve yourself your own salad and sauces. I made some absurdly tall burgers. The taste was phenomenal too. Very handy place when I was a student with very little money.

2. Playing a gig in a small town. Saw a burger called The Carnivore. Was assured it was worth the cost, so I bought one. This thing had mince patty, bacon, sausage, steak, chop (pork or lamb, can’t remember which), then cheese, onion, lettuce, tomato, egg… and I’m probably still forgetting something it had. It was monstrous. It took me almost an hour to eat it, and I enjoyed every minute.

I imagined them more like the tiny foetuses of some kind of butterfly/moth-type creature.

Popplers actually look delicious.

I believe a demented aunt might have been involved with mine too.

I thought peas were little unborn animals. Because they had a “cocoon”. Refused to eat peas for years.

Haha you can have her. Good luck!

According to my ex-, her.

My co-workers.

If the other person is arguing in good faith, I’ll listen and exchange views until that becomes pointless. If the other person is loaded with an opinion and won’t listen to anything different, I basically shut down and leave them hanging.

Base 8? I think Tom Lehrer wrote a song about it.