When Jason and I set out for the west coast in October of 2013, we drove cross-country with a Scalemate plushie named Senator Wyrmser riding shotgun for us. He quickly became something of a mascot for the trip, and every morning we'd set out with a cheerful "Squeaka!" from our traveling companion. The last thing I expected was the little guy setting out on his own while Jason and I were visiting the gift shop at the Petrified Forest. I found some of his vacation selfies on my camera last night, and it seems that he did a good job …
As you may or may not have guessed I'm a fan of science fiction (I'd have to be to take the name of a certain time traveling alien as my own) as well as an afficionado of H.P. Lovecraft's C'thul'hu Mythos. Maybe I'm in dire need of calling the crew together for another tabletop RPG night or maybe I've been under a little too much stess recently but lately I've been on a Laundry Files bender. If you've never heard of Charles Stross he's an excellent author who writes this particular series, in which a halpless hacker named Bob …
Just busy. And sore. And working a lot. And needing aloe vera. How about some pictures that have been piling up on my phone?
They could be fans, or their graphical designer could be lazy.
Capsplosions always make life interesting.
A magificent Russian feast at Chez Starry Nuit, including a hard-boiled egg bunny.
Taken at Mad Science Tea earlier this month.
There is no such thing as dark matter. All of the mass of the universe that we can't see is comprised of hard drive mounting screws that fall on the floor and disappear, never to be seen again.
Inspired by the prose of Dr. Peter Watts, I bring you Conan the Bacterium (otherwise known as deinococcus radiodurans, "..the toughest microbial motherfucker on the planet, a microbe who laughs at hard vacuum and radiation hot enough to cook you to a cinder.")
Picture from the Wikipedia article on deinococcus radiodurans. Quote from Conan the Barbarian. Picture of Peter Watts from here, originally taken by Allan Weiss. Macro engineered with the GIMP and cheezburger.com.
I'm on crack.
This one's expired.
If your morning divination returns the following result, maybe you should call off sick and go back to bed:
"We're sorry, but your call did not go through. Please check the directory and try your call again later. Code 1-7."
I hope Paul gets a quiet retirement now that the World Cup is over, and I don't mean on my plate alongside some wasabi.