Shout out...

... to Virgin Martyr #1, if you're reading. I got your email; sounds like you could use a hug. *squeeze*

The Furry German is off the Shit List From Hell today. Mainly because he came to talk to me like a person, instead of relying solely on email. (Mind you, his office is all of 10 feet from me.) I actually got him to sit down and talk science with me; sometimes it's like pulling teeth so I consider that quite an accomplishment. To top it off, after I demonstrated my superior Science Fu and debunked a crappy theory of his we were able to hammer out a set of experiments that make sense to both of us! Gasp! Oh the headiness! Whee, I'm floating...

Royal Proclamation

Everyone should own a copy of Dayna Kurtz' album Postcards From Downtown. It is a beautiful, moody, artul and moving piece of work. And "Last Good Taste" is simply the sexiest song I've heard in years. Guh.

Go! Purchase it!

That is all.