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Taiwanese Street Dogs and Playing A Commie
Boring update.
Spent the better part of this week helping a friend catch the dog she adopted from the PetExpo last weekend. The rescue group was big heart, little experience, apparently: they neglected to warn her that the dog was an expert "bolter". They were careful, but when the door was cracked, the dog shot out like a cannon-- into the streets of Van Nuys. Did I mention that this dog was from Taiwan? Not only that, but an experienced Taiwanese street dog that they only captured because her leg had been crushed by a car. And yes, the dog only understood Taiwanese (not even sure what Chinese dialect it was!). Oy.
Happy News: the rescue organization gets full marks for dedication, though: they are located in Claremont and still managed to come out almost every night for hours to help search. They -finally- found the dog (after over four days of sightings and misses) and the fosterer who it knew was able to calm the dog and get her to come to the fosterer. There was much happiness.
The rest of the week was organizing projects for work, getting the dogs enrichment and setting more tech up.
Today I get to play a Communist Chinese soldier and shoot a gun and, in turn, get shot. Good times.
(Hmmm...this post has an unintentional Chinese bent to it.)
Possibly later: Sucker Punch. Tomorrow: Easter and resisting the addictive lure of Easter candy.
On-going: reading posts about Norwescon and enjoying the convention vicariously through them.
PS: the dogs LOVE Easter Sunday walks-- they find all the eggs the kids missed. Yum.
EDIT: here's a picture of Din-Din, taken at the PetExpo
She's about Apache-sized, but skinnier.
Spent the better part of this week helping a friend catch the dog she adopted from the PetExpo last weekend. The rescue group was big heart, little experience, apparently: they neglected to warn her that the dog was an expert "bolter". They were careful, but when the door was cracked, the dog shot out like a cannon-- into the streets of Van Nuys. Did I mention that this dog was from Taiwan? Not only that, but an experienced Taiwanese street dog that they only captured because her leg had been crushed by a car. And yes, the dog only understood Taiwanese (not even sure what Chinese dialect it was!). Oy.
Happy News: the rescue organization gets full marks for dedication, though: they are located in Claremont and still managed to come out almost every night for hours to help search. They -finally- found the dog (after over four days of sightings and misses) and the fosterer who it knew was able to calm the dog and get her to come to the fosterer. There was much happiness.
The rest of the week was organizing projects for work, getting the dogs enrichment and setting more tech up.
Today I get to play a Communist Chinese soldier and shoot a gun and, in turn, get shot. Good times.
(Hmmm...this post has an unintentional Chinese bent to it.)
Possibly later: Sucker Punch. Tomorrow: Easter and resisting the addictive lure of Easter candy.
On-going: reading posts about Norwescon and enjoying the convention vicariously through them.
PS: the dogs LOVE Easter Sunday walks-- they find all the eggs the kids missed. Yum.
EDIT: here's a picture of Din-Din, taken at the PetExpo
She's about Apache-sized, but skinnier.
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My mom just lost her rescue dog like that. It took off and ended up on a busy street. And then the worse occurred. It was not a pleasant dog. It had been raised in abusive circumstances so it had really weird behaviors, but the running off is apparently a breed trait. So now it freaks me out to see dogs off the leash...
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I'm glad they found the dog. What a scary situation.
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I'm still amazed they got her back. Did I mention the dog is also all-black? Fortunately, she's -very- smart, and hung around the area. My friend is an emotional wreck from the week. At least she's a happy wreck at this point.
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Good luck!
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Most Chinese are Han people, even if they speak different dialects. There are exceptions and some groups insist they are not quite the same - e.g. Hakka, of which I am one even though ethnically Hakka is probably Han also.
HK is next to Canton / Guangdong, they speak Cantonese / "Guangdonese?" Mandarin is the official language both in Taiwan and Mainland, I guess because the officials ("mandarins") speak it, but they call it Putonghua ("common/plain language").
I actually do not know if Szechuan people have their own dialect.
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So to summarize: there is only one written language and the Mandarin is the closest spoken version of it. Different areas develop their own dialect and the difference is far greater than, lets say, Queen's speech to the Southern dialect. Mandarin and Cantonese is reasonably close (i.e. a chasm) but Fukinese may as well be Japanese to Mandarin or Cantonese speakers.
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Pre- or Post-revolution?
Korean Conflict, Vietnamese Border Skirmish, or Tibetian Invasion?
Something totally fictional? Are you allowed to disclose story details?
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A friend is having fun making trailers and I'm the only asian he could corral today.
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I'll get the name of the rescue she got the dog from. From what I heard at the Expo, they airlifted a bunch of stray street dogs to the US. I don't think they have a site up yet, but you can always just "look"...
Fortunately, it was MOS, so I didn't need to do anything but look vexed in different ways. It's a personal project a friend is doing for fun. He likes to make fake trailers.
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Okay, it's early and I haven't had my coffee yet.
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Jisaw's suggestion is a good one; Could someone draw Roz Gibson's attention to it? She could use the break, and probably do a credible prose story from it, with illustrations - and then sell the movie rights to The Mouse.