About

[Origin]

The Bird and The Bone belongs to the very adorable Leslie Ng and Aimee Lee. Two very (obviously) bored people who enjoy blogging and decided that they wanted to try their hand at multiplying brilliance.

Coming up with a collaboratory name proved to be a tedious task. When the best they could come up with was "Unholyorange", Leslie decided that he wanted a bird (a decision not unlike how lonely people want cats), specifically a Kakapo; and that this blog should be called "The Something and The Kakapo".

Leslie: I can't believe you did not mention the URL. Its so cool

A Kakapo. (Very cute, I must admit.)

Leslie has had a very unhealthy relationship with birds ever since relocating himself to New Zealand. He likes to send me cards and bookmarks with birds on them.




Some of you might remember this.

The birthday present Leslie got me last year.

So with one half of the name settled, I had to think of my "The Something". Which isn't easy because unlike him, I don't have unhealthy relationships with things. (You know, apart from fictional men. But those are healthy!)

But I've always liked Anatomy. My favourite part of the body is (wait...that I won't tell you.) But my favourite bone is definitely the clavicle.

Clavicles. Lots of clavicles.

I like clavicles because I like the way the word clavicle rolls off your tongue, lips and teeth. I like how it looks like a little bent femur and how it's the only long bone in your body that lies horizontally. Like a rebel without a cause.

Oh but it has a cause. Because if you didn't have clavicles, you'd look like this:

Cleidocranial dysplasia.

Not fortunate.


[Aetiology]

Now why would two people who hardly update their own blogs want to maintain another one?

Well, you know how when married couples become really sick of each other and say, "Hey! We should make a baby,"?

That's not the case for us.

For as long as we've known each other, we've been frequent (and at times, the only) readers of each other's blogs. Leslie noticed this longstanding pattern that whenever he updates, I am on hiatus; and vice versa. So I joked, if we had one blog, it'll ALWAYS have entries.

All day. Every day. (If you pray hard.)




[Signs and Symptoms]

So who exactly are we?

This is the ONLY picture of us available on the internet. And it is at least more than 5 years old. I have no idea where this took place or who took this picture. Pretty funny, no?

You could say we're friends but we've probably seen each other 3? 4? times in the span of 6 years.

Or we could be internet buddies, but that just sounds creepy.

We accuse each other of being secretly in love with the other. And on cold, lonely Friday nights, with nothing but CollegeHumor and unholysacred to keep me company, that's actually semi-true.

Now seriously.

My name is Aimee. I like books, old buildings that may or may not be haunted, Disney princesses and other lies, playing loud music at low volumes, and sad movies.

I have never used Blogger before, but this is actually quite idiot-proof.

Sometimes I look like Kakapos shat all over me.




But sometimes I can be quite adorable. And I smell nice all the time. You can ask Sabrina.




And Leslie? He likes books, making models and observations, philosophy, Zooey Deschanel, and animals that smell odd.

Sometimes I think he is an alien.



(Do you blame me?)

But he too, can be quite adorable.




Though I cannot vouch for whether he smells good or not.

Together, we make a good team blogging because I need some order in my random posts about nothing. He needs some typos in his compulsive entries of meticulously checked entries. And our readers need more reliable and consistent bloggers.

But mostly we're just doing this because it's fun.

Or so we think.

This could be a plot for coercive mind-control.

Take a look at your future dictator. Harmlessly bathing in the rare winter sun.


And your other dictator. Cleverly disguising her cannibalism as punkish cheekiness.

[Treatment]

If you enjoy reading this blog; let us know, tell your friends, share it on those scary forums for Stalkers Anonymous, blackmail your Mom into reading it.

Or not. Because we don't really care.