The Creature Feature
08/08/2003 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie has got some nibblies for the cats
Ssssuch a gorgeous day it has been. Especially gorgeous now that I can sit at the Cyberian portals in the Min of Fin and chat to cats and find fish instead of slaving over a hot abacus or typing out nasty auditing assignments.
The Goblins were so good to me until last Thursday at 4pm. One fascinating subject even if the lecturer is a reincarnation of Professor Binns, and one OK but easy subject..ie Taxation. After doing nasty tax returns for myself with capital gains, dividend imputation and all sorts of other complications, it will take at least 4 weeks before getting out of my depth.
Most people have such a phobia of numbers and the govt does all it can to encourage it that they are only too willing to fork out 80 or more silver sickles for what would be no more than 30 minutes work.
Mind you Iz must say...after having to rummage through 120 pages or so of evil looking small print, of which maybe only 5 or so at the most are relevant to the average wage earning taxpayer, it was actually easier for me to fill in the mean lean and very green tax forms in Germany with only 4 pages total than wading through piles of waffle here. And unlike D'land, filling in a tax return is NOT an option but they have big fat fines if you are late!
It would be so much more efficient since the govt knows everything anyway for them to send out statements of payments due or refunds and you only post a return if you happen to disagree with their assessment. But that would be logical and environmentally friendly and would put all those bean counters out of a job.
Surely inertia must be the eight wonder of the world, even before compound interest?
Anyway. Iz was sssso happy. Especially as there was no group projects. Just Perfect. That was of course until attending the auditing lecture. I just rapidly descendend into a state of utter misery. I could do all three and end up enjoying nothing at all and go into exile from Cyberia. I drop another subject and only do two like this time last year. Or.....I could exchange it for something more interesting and still stick to three.
But quick thinking got slinky Izzie out of that fix. Last Friday was the last day to change subjects so there was no time for pity parties. So I decided to dump the damn thing and save it for next term. At least now I will be prepared for the worst.
So instead of silently fuming and moping in a boring auditing tutorial at 11am today, instead I got to go to the Zoo just in time for the creature feature in the reptile house at 11.15 am. Last time they were feeding frozen cockroaches to Dolores (the splendid green frog) and other assorted dragons. Today the keeper came in with a very big blue bin. Ooooooh. SSSSnakies. Pat a python! Wonder which one it will be today. It is usually the black headed python, the carpet snake or the woma. But it was none of those. Today Izzie's wildest snakiest fantasy came true. (well...let's make that 10 percent of it;) )
It was none other than a big fat brown and exquisitely beautiful BOA!!! Called Brendan would you believe? His girlfriend is called Amber. An infinitely more dignified name.. so thinks Iz anyway.
We had 20 whole minutes of drooling over this essence of serpentine sensuality.
Iz asked what tomorrow's creature feature would be. The keeper did not know as he would not be doing it but the previous day it had been dinner time for the pythons! Damn...woke up yesterday at 9 and had the choice of getting up and catching the bus to the zoo at 10.30 or going back for more snoozies. Iz certainly made the wrong choice. Last time I had seen such a wondrous spectacle was at least 3 years agon and I watched them for hours...until closing time actually.
Funny, it is not the kids but the adults who are squeamish about patting and stroking snakes. Some of the adults seem to have been dragged along by their kids to the horrors of the snakepit.
So now Iz must be a good goblin and get up 'early' every Thursday to visit her soulmates in the snakepit at 11.15 am.
Ssssuch a gorgeous day it has been. Especially gorgeous now that I can sit at the Cyberian portals in the Min of Fin and chat to cats and find fish instead of slaving over a hot abacus or typing out nasty auditing assignments.
The Goblins were so good to me until last Thursday at 4pm. One fascinating subject even if the lecturer is a reincarnation of Professor Binns, and one OK but easy subject..ie Taxation. After doing nasty tax returns for myself with capital gains, dividend imputation and all sorts of other complications, it will take at least 4 weeks before getting out of my depth.
Most people have such a phobia of numbers and the govt does all it can to encourage it that they are only too willing to fork out 80 or more silver sickles for what would be no more than 30 minutes work.
Mind you Iz must say...after having to rummage through 120 pages or so of evil looking small print, of which maybe only 5 or so at the most are relevant to the average wage earning taxpayer, it was actually easier for me to fill in the mean lean and very green tax forms in Germany with only 4 pages total than wading through piles of waffle here. And unlike D'land, filling in a tax return is NOT an option but they have big fat fines if you are late!
It would be so much more efficient since the govt knows everything anyway for them to send out statements of payments due or refunds and you only post a return if you happen to disagree with their assessment. But that would be logical and environmentally friendly and would put all those bean counters out of a job.
Surely inertia must be the eight wonder of the world, even before compound interest?
Anyway. Iz was sssso happy. Especially as there was no group projects. Just Perfect. That was of course until attending the auditing lecture. I just rapidly descendend into a state of utter misery. I could do all three and end up enjoying nothing at all and go into exile from Cyberia. I drop another subject and only do two like this time last year. Or.....I could exchange it for something more interesting and still stick to three.
But quick thinking got slinky Izzie out of that fix. Last Friday was the last day to change subjects so there was no time for pity parties. So I decided to dump the damn thing and save it for next term. At least now I will be prepared for the worst.
So instead of silently fuming and moping in a boring auditing tutorial at 11am today, instead I got to go to the Zoo just in time for the creature feature in the reptile house at 11.15 am. Last time they were feeding frozen cockroaches to Dolores (the splendid green frog) and other assorted dragons. Today the keeper came in with a very big blue bin. Ooooooh. SSSSnakies. Pat a python! Wonder which one it will be today. It is usually the black headed python, the carpet snake or the woma. But it was none of those. Today Izzie's wildest snakiest fantasy came true. (well...let's make that 10 percent of it;) )
It was none other than a big fat brown and exquisitely beautiful BOA!!! Called Brendan would you believe? His girlfriend is called Amber. An infinitely more dignified name.. so thinks Iz anyway.
We had 20 whole minutes of drooling over this essence of serpentine sensuality.
Iz asked what tomorrow's creature feature would be. The keeper did not know as he would not be doing it but the previous day it had been dinner time for the pythons! Damn...woke up yesterday at 9 and had the choice of getting up and catching the bus to the zoo at 10.30 or going back for more snoozies. Iz certainly made the wrong choice. Last time I had seen such a wondrous spectacle was at least 3 years agon and I watched them for hours...until closing time actually.
Funny, it is not the kids but the adults who are squeamish about patting and stroking snakes. Some of the adults seem to have been dragged along by their kids to the horrors of the snakepit.
So now Iz must be a good goblin and get up 'early' every Thursday to visit her soulmates in the snakepit at 11.15 am.
