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Meet Steve. I really don't know why this iris is named Steve, but I want to get me some Steve and plant it somewhere.
Posted here because I was discussing Steve with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
autumnesquirrel last night, and also because if I put a link to Steve somewhere I'll be able to find it later without finding oneironaut and asking pathetically, "Where's Steve again?"
Isn't Steve pretty?
(I have now lost 'Steve'. Steve, Stevestevesteve. It's not really a word, is it?)
Posted here because I was discussing Steve with
autumnesquirrel last night, and also because if I put a link to Steve somewhere I'll be able to find it later without finding oneironaut and asking pathetically, "Where's Steve again?"Isn't Steve pretty?
(I have now lost 'Steve'. Steve, Stevestevesteve. It's not really a word, is it?)
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I had a Swedish Ivy named Shinji. I kept it alive for about a year and a half. Most of the time it was all wilty, sad, and pathetic, and barely alive. Then, one day, for no reason I could determine, it apparently said to itself: "Wait! Life IS worth living after all! I'm happy! I'm going to GROW!" And it did. For about a week. Then it sunk back into its former sad, pathetic state. And then it died.
Shinji really was the appropriate name for it.