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First off, congratulations are in order for fellow blogger hwiegand, one of my partners in crime over at the Life Science Tools of the Trade blog, who has apparently a) gotten married, b) embarked on some kind of most excellent-sounding European honeymoon adventure, and c) thereby avoided posting anything on LSTOTT for an entire month.

Like I should be talking.

Fun fact: hwiegand is one of three people I know from over at that place who have the same first name. Which is pretty taxing for me, since I am blatantly unable to remember people's names at the best of times.

In other news, I have gotten back to reading the excellent, Lego-based, multi-threaded webcomic that is The Irregular Webcomic, slightly horrified to find that it's been long enough that I've missed over a hundred strips. All caught up now, fortunately. And an even better development is that the science geekery that is Casey and Andy is now back, after a protracted hiatus. I may never get anything useful done again.

As for the upcoming weekend... well, gardening I suppose; working on a scientific manuscript that is long, long overdue; cleaning up a weekly report; some buffing and polishing of the minutes from another meeting; and maybe getting the car's oil changed. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: this rock 'n roll lifestyle, it's killin' me. Killin' me to death, I tells ya.


P.S. Speaking of which, I forgot to mention in last week's post that I also almost-fixed the kitchen faucet. Now it only leaks a bit. I'd call that a qualified success.

Life imitates blog

Remember this statement about cleaning vomit off bedsheets? No sooner posted than it happens again. Fortunately, it seems to have been a 24-hour thing, and Junior Ricardipus #2 is on the mend, poor little bunny. And Mrs. Ricardipus did the laundry this time.

In other news:

1. The hawk was back, but no photos this time I'm afraid. It flew off in a hurry, claws full of victim and leaving behind a pile of suspiciously dove-like feathers and a bloodstain on the snow. The score is thus now hawks 3, doves 0.

2. Snowy weather means few sports cars on the road these days. The best I can muster for you recently is a Porsche 924 Turbo, the slightly-beefed-up version of the ugliest, crappiest, lowest-performance piece of Volkswagen-inspired junk they ever built. And that's including the 914, which at least has the advantages of being mid-engined (and thus better handling), and kind of cute, in an endearingly ugly way.