3.5 Time Outs: Plague Journal

Thanks to our host at Acts of the Apostasy for giving me new mid-week writing ambitions.  The 1/2 was going to kill me, until I realized how good I am at  not finishing things.


SuperHusband wants to buy a camera adapter for our microscope.  I used accounting stalling techniques to put him off.  And then I remembered that my resident photographers give me a treasure-trove of material for blog work.  Tempting.  Very tempting.  On the other hand, though he tried to lure me in with promises of breath-taking snowflake photography, mostly our microscope is used for insect post-mortems.  Half-smushed ants.  I think I might get fired from the Internet and made to sit in the back row at church, if I posted any of those.


PSA #1: Best lip balm in the universe:

PSA#2: Don’t store it in your truck.  You want to.  But don’t.


Dan Castell’s latest Marx Brother’s story is up:

I’ve been taking advantage of the plague to work through the manuscript of the magnum opus from which these are drawn.  On the one hand, the leisurely, relax-and-enjoy style of the genre is perfect for the convalescent.  On the other hand, if you aren’t supposed laugh because it makes you cough, hmnn.  The frail read at their own risk.

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The boy just called me in excitedly, to show me the printing dots, as viewed under the microscope, of this book:

The book is great.  Super great.  Best treatment of the topic ever.  And under a low-power microscope, it looks like:


Well, that’s all for this week.  And unlike our kind host, I won’t be able to finish my half until SuperHusband talks me into the next big gear purchase, so that could be later than Volume 3.  We figured out he could use his photography/consulting money to fund his gadget habit, so there’s hope for you.  I only hope he doesn’t decide we should manage my book budget the same way.  Shhh.

9 thoughts on “3.5 Time Outs: Plague Journal

  1. Awesome! My first linker…linkee…link-person…well, whatever you call it. Thanks for participating.

    Sorry to hear you’re stuck with the plague. Lots of great saints caught the plague, so you’re in good company…

  2. Oh, it’s a very mild plague, entirely in proportion with my actual holiness.

    But I will always cherish my internet claim to fame as your first linkperson. You think if I put that in a book proposal, publishers will be impressed? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Oh well.

  3. Uh, I don’t think anyone can surpass the Fulweilinator. But maybe she’ll let you carry out some of her executive orders or something.

  4. I’m afraid your dreams will all involve lions and muppets and excessively photogenic cath-blog femme fatales, all repeatedly interrupting you as you are trying to hit ‘post’ on a Tuesday night as the clock counts down toward midnight. Perhaps pharmaceuticals or sleep deprivation or a vigorous workout regime would help you not dream so much.

      1. It’s like something right out of the Desert Fathers. Very advent-y you, being tormented this way. I’d offer you a nice peaceful waterfall photo, but I feel sure it would end up as one of those temptations to luxury that gets written up in the hagiography. Muppets seem to be your particular cross.

  5. Sounds like a fun day at looking at every thing on your way with the microscope, LOL! Be glad you didn’t get to see boogers under the microscope, LOL!

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