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.
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.
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