Crazies, Voyeurs, and Finches

Where do I begin, but the beginning.  I love the  Feedjit thing on the right side of the page, to see where people are from that are reading my posts.  Most recently San Diego, Virginia Beach, Rensselaer, which is interesting since I just so happened to have at one point or another found myself in these locations, which begs the question who is out there reading my blog?  I assume it’s someone I know, because I’ve lived there, and they searched for me by name in order to arrive on this page.  I wonder if there is a voyeuristic type quality of all social networks and blogs.  Maybe I blog for my 15 minutes of fame and some people read my blog in order to be nosy but anonymous.  Which of course makes you wonder how many crazies are out there reading about you?  How internet savvy are they? How safe is publicly talking all kinds of shit on the internet? 

So my parents own a couple of finches, and they told me a funny story about them.  Of course, if you’re not a fan of birds, which quite surprisingly happens to be more common than I expected, you will not find this shit funny at all.  On top of that, you have to have a fairly reliable imagination, since you have to picture this in order to understand it, and I’m not about to claim my writing will be detailed enough for you to truly “see” it, so you may in fact need an amazing imagination.  Anyway, my parents own a male and female finch, which they quite domineeringly keep in a cage.  I mean we are the superior species, God put everything on earth to please us, so why shouldn’t we trap everything and keep it in a cage near us.  God forbid we get up and go outside and see something in nature, or rather what’s left of it after clear cutting it in order to put in a subdivision.

Ultimately this makes me think of two other things.  The movie Battle for Terra, and Living the G.I. (Glycemic Index) Diet.  The Battle for Terra movie is pretty much a movie that hates people, although claims that there are at least a handful of us that aren’t completely  whack.  And Living the GI diet, since I am sort of making fun of my parents having caged birds, which quite honestly I am envious of, have both lost over 20+ pounds and have kept it off using that diet, so I didn’t want you to picture this sloth like, morbidly obese couple eating bacon, and popcorn watching the caged birds.  

So they bought this box of string for the birds and put it in the cage.  The idea is that the male bird will layer the nest that is already in the cage with the string.  Basically preparing the nest for his girl.  So this bird having not bought a box of string himself, and therefore not realizing it’s to be lining, not to mention finding the pure quantity of string available to him daunting, has decided to completely empty the box of string and attempt to build another nest made entirely of string, next to the man made one.  I personally think he’s trying to weave a throw rug, or a welcome mat, but my parents think he’s trying to build another nest.  What is funny is that the female bird stands on the ground and chirps at the male the whole time he is attempting to build his nest.  His nest looks like shit, and not like a nest at all, and I can only imagine it’s due to his inability to concentrate because of the nagging going the entire time.

It was probably the female bird’s idea to make the nest entirely out of string in the first place, but you know she couldn’t be happy with just that, she also has to explain the exact way in which he is to fashion the nest, and now that the nest looks like ass, she is most likely claiming if he would have only listened to what she was saying it would have worked.