Random Cali is random

[calime]

Also, sleepy.
Work these last days has been all 'hurry up and wait', well, or the other way round. Yesterday and this morning was sloooooow, which coupled with the grey wet slushy weather made me zombie-like and vague, and then, afternoon suddenly erupted into what is in Estonian lovingly known as 'hullumaja puhvet' (word-to-word translation - mental hospital's cafe), or in English, simply 'a madhouse'. The cherry on top, so to speak, was an emergency of two dogs who very likely have ingested a poison of some kind, probably organophosphate based. Or pyrethrins/pyrethroids. Managed first aid and packed them off to the UNI clinic ... tomorrow will tell if they've made it or no. Am home at last, watching SGA 1st season finale and drinking alcohol-free glögg (because I am sleepy enough without adding alcohol to the mix, yet I need something warm and weirdly enough, caffeine-less).
I did put a new challenge up at highlander100, so if anyone's drabble-wisely inclined, please amble over and ... drabble. Or something.
*yawns*
So, I see this meme going around again, and as I'm incapable of doing anything that requires more than two neurons firing, please to be amusing me and telling me whether you think I'm fish or fowl. Or, um. Something or other.
Pick one word from each pair that you think describes me the best and comment with your choices. Then copy this and post it in your own journal to see how your friends view you. *waves hand* Only if you want to. Now in a handy poll format, courtesy of helens78, here!

Comments

[cthonus.livejournal.com]

Oh no! I hope the dogs are okay. I've never quite seen the point of pyrethrin-based insecticides - after all they're more toxic to mammals than the insects themselves.

Hullumaja puhvet is a wonderful phrase. I must memorise it and try to drop it into a conversation - which is a challenge for anyone as linguistically-anglocentric as me. I've never stopped laughing at the German word hackfleisch.

Mind you I once described my national dish of haggis as 'made from the bits of animals even the French won't eat' :)

Slainte!

[calime]

This morning, I heard they're doing better, and will likely both make it. The thing is, we're probably never going to know what it was - they're outside dogs in a remote farm, and all points to them having eaten something, but whether it was a deliberate poisoning or an accident... and whether it was organophosphates, pyrethroids, anything containig lead (less likely) or non-protein-nitrogen... is anybody's guess.
Hee, and foreing phrases are wonderful conversation-stoppers *grins*.hackfleisch - I assume it means minced meat?
Well, if you want something even more challenging, try 'Jüriöö ülestõus' - there's a local joke that anyone who can pronounce it correctly will automatically be granted Estonian citizenship. Or alternatively, you could start describing violent altercations and hard work as 'mahtra' *g* (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahtra_War>.