If you don't know who Junior is, I'm too lazy to enlighten you. Go and read some of my older posts.
Junior's been jumping around for a few weeks now, but surprisingly, he hasn't made any real attempts to fly. Mom and sis have spotted him flapping his wings frantically a few times, but he hasn't actually managed to achieve lift-off yet. He's almost as big as his parents now, and there's a hell of a battle when they try and feed him, with lots of 'chirping and flapping of wings'.
Oh yeah - 50 brownie points to the first person to figure out the original phrase that the quoted text in the last sentence is based on.
In moments of idleness, I amuse myself by formulating increasingly dumb theories about why he hasn't learnt to fly yet. Subtracting out the bored humor and combining variations, I end up with the following possibilities:
- He's scared.
- His parents are over-protective, and are having trouble letting go.
- His parents are having trouble figuring out how to give him a demo from such an unconventional perch(the grill outside my kitchen window).
- His wings haven't matured to that point yet.
Hopefully he'll get his first flying lessons soon. That boy needs some wheels...er, wings - no wait, that's not right...*bails out just as the metaphor explodes into a million pieces*.
Read two more of the Vorkosigan books today - one short story and one whole book(Cetaganda) to be precise.
Feeling somewhat lethargic at the moment. Not really up to coding or reading Hofstadter's explanation of Godel's Incompleteness Theorem, even if it does involve Achilles and a tortoise...
Listening to Aerosmith - Dream On. Nice song. Recommended.
Sis has her Maths-II prelim tomorrow. This means insane torture for me - the kind that takes days to recover from.
In an almost poetic event, I was just interrupted to solve a problem. Sis is getting increasingly irritated.
And that's it. I'm too bored to think up a conclusion. Consider this to be one.
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