Before I upload it and you all get neck ache, does anybody know how to rotate a video? I shot some vid of Zico throwing a silly, but of course held my phone vertically so the vid looks sideways. Images no problem, but how to rotate the whole vid...?
Anyway, here's the raw video...
*Tears hair out*
OK, here is a link to the raw bloody video.
And so to bed, said Zebedee....
The chap taking the video was standing two people to my left; you can see my hair flicking a few times, and at 2.13 you can hear a yelp - which is Yours Truly thinking she's about to be beheaded by either (a) a bust bass or (b) a flying microphone.
Watch it and see - god, I love these boys!
Incidentally, after the gig at load out we were all searching for that damn mic. Bizarrely, in all the rush and kerfuffle after the gig (and finishing the beer from the rider, *ahem*), I'd forgotten all about the flying-mic incident. We thought some robbing bastid had nicked it. Turns out we should have been looking in the bloody rafters....
One last thing. Guess who catches that armful of sweaty drummer at the end?
Tour's over. *Snf*
I am going to try and do some sort of writeup of it - at least the high spots. But for now I'm just going to catch up with stuff.
( Although there's a pic under here, and a few noteworthy bits and bobs... )
So when's the next tour start, boys...?
Scotland sucks. It did nothing but rain and we got lost in Glasgow. Repeatedly.
But! have been having a stupid amount of fun! And now I have to drive home and check if any of the beasties have eaten each other and get ready for driving up to Liverpool tomorrow...
...although Slay is being a bitch, so I might give it a miss. Oy vey, my marriage.
Hugs to everyone on the flist that's having a hard time. I wish I could tuck you all in my pocket and take you with me....
I would just like to say now that the Zico Chain boys are absolutely the nicest, sweetest, loveliest rock stars a fan could ever, ever hope to meet. Yes, I'm gushing.
Two triple-A passes in three shows will do that to you. :D
And the girls I have been hanging out with were bloody fantastic. Absolutely, totally, utterly wicked and a huge amount of fun and chaos and mayhem... including ending up in my underwear while stuck in traffic in Bristol last night, screaming WHERE THE HELL IS MY T SHIRT while my passenger about wet herself laughing and other drivers watched with interest.
Yeah, it's been a hell of a lot of fun.
However, right now I need to go back to bed. Mildly hung over - damn Chris and his love of very very strong vodka red bulls! - and am at work later. Hopefully it'll be quiet at work so I'll get the chance to squee more fully.
And dudes, how many pages to catch up on? You are a chatty lot.
God knows when I'll make it back online, so y'all be good while I'm gone!
See, Slay has been on tour this weekend with the Zico lads. Cue much liver-gnawing, yes, very jealous. Anyway. Turns out that Saturday night Oli managed to break both skins on his snare; Slay offered to lend him his until he can get his own fixed.
Now, the boys are playing Oxford tonight. So I kind of assumed that he would drop the lads off to load in, then drive the van over. Something like that.
But there was always the possibility that--
Nah. The Zicos in my house?
I'm not that lucky.
So when Slay crashed through the front door and I yelled at him from the bathroom, I could hear at least one other person so called hi.
"Hello!" called three very familiar voices....
( o.O )And now I'm at work, and so far tonight a hamster and a small ratlike dog have both tried to bite me. And both failed. Ha!
Zico has his appetite back.
He ate a sparrow yesterday (cat kill, lovingly abandoned under my computer chair, waste not want not), and as I was defrosting some mice for some of the others tonight I thought I'd give him a go...
Barely had I the viv door open and held the mouse toward him (using tongs, thank fuck!) and WALLOP, he snatches it from the tongs and retreats, hissing at me through a mouthful of mouse to warn me against the idea of trying to steal his dinner back.
The very first time I met Zico - before I was even sure what species he was, before I handled him, before I met the band whose name he was to bear! - I'd been told to feed the snakes in the tubs at the shop, and knew only that he needed a large mouse. Tossed one in and promptly jumped almost out of my skin when he hit it like a freight train and growled and hissed at me the whole time he was eating it.
He ended up getting three that day, just for the absolute delight I took in watching this snake eat so ferociously.
And there's more than a glimmer of that tonight.
Zico's getting better.
( And in other, related news... )
And now I'm going to give in to exhaustion, and maybe go and find some food. Catch y'all later.
See, this morning I was pottering around the bedroom when I heard the most horrible noise coming from his vivarium - and sure enough, there was poor Zico decorating the wall of his house with yellowish-green mucus. Poor lad, he was holding his tail out of the way and even had a somewhat pained expression on his face... it's interesting, though, that he always uses the same corner of his viv to defeacate. Snakes aren't supposed to be that bothered about it.
Anyway. I grabbed a pot and scooped up the most foul smelling mess it's ever been my misfortune to encounter from one of my own, and dashed off to the surgery to package and send it off to the lab. Thank god, they're couriering all the samples as there's a postal strike on - and not charging the clients any more for it, even though it's costing the practice considerably more.
Tipped the yuk into a pot, sealed and labelled, wiped the last greasy, sticky remains off with a swab, put that in the transport medium and sealed, labelled and packed that, too. Collared a sympathetic vet, got her to figure out which was the best set of tests to ask for, add her chop to the form and a brief history, then printed it and packaged the whole bally lot up. The lab should get it in the morning, and - fingers crossed - I should have results back by late wednesday or thursday morning.
Spoke to AJ, the vet who's most into treating 'exotics' - and has a passing interest in reptiles - and asked if she would be interested in looking at my snake. A lot of vets will treat torts and some lizards but don't like snakes... had she been reluctant it would have been off to Swindon armed with credit card to see the specialist herp vet. Expensive, but apparently very good.
See, hopefully it's something simple. And the treatment Zico has got so far - panacur (wormer) and antibiotics, as well as oral fluids, electrolytes, and probiotic - certainly won't do him any harm. The antibiotic we're using is broad spectrum and very safe for use on reptiles; if he's got a bacterial infection, the Baytril will knock it out. If it's worms, the panacur will do the job. If it's protozoal then the fluids will keep him going until we can get him onto the right meds to sort that out.
She gave him a good exam, checked skin, vent, eyes, nostrils and mouth, felt along his whole body so we're sure he doesn't have a blockage. No issues with any of the systems we can check visually, so it's a case of two more doses of wormer, six more doses of antibiotic... and wait.
Which is the bit I hate, of course.
Poor Zico, you can tell he's sick - everyone commented on how easy it was to open his mouth and how good he was when the dosing needle was gently pushed into his oesophagus... I've wormed otherwise healthy snakes and believe me, they do not sit and just glare at you while you do it. They wriggle and swear and poo and try to vomit and bite and it's quite exciting, really. Zico, although he was alert and curious about his new surroundings, just shot me a series of dirty looks.
Still. Keep 'em crossed for the poor lad, and we'll see how it goes.
Just my luck.
You are The Lovers
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But interesting, considering what's been going on.
( Some days, life is a wee bit busy. )
Perfect end to an exhausting day!