2014 — 21 December: Sunday
We are now1 at the start of winter. Yay! Perhaps I'm at the start of the end of my cold, too?
That would be very welcome :-)
Meanwhile...
... there's already the dregs of what was a nice, hot cuppa and the matter of a fresh batch of plums begging me to stew them and toss in a few cranberries for the appropriate Yuletide dash of, erm, whatever. And — inevitably, at this time of year — a plethora of religious claptrap2 to be dodged on the radio. Nothing wrong with the music, but the quality of the spoken discourse has a strong emetic effect.
Miraculous news from...
... the department of Lizard virgin birth?
More succinctly, as herpetologist Charles J Cole (quoted by Carl Zimmer in his New York Times piece) puts it:
It's not a Frankenstein genome manipulation...
It's lizards in cages doing their thing.
Glad that's sorted out. I dimly recall a rather turgid novel ("Titan's daughter" by James Blish) about a giant tetraploidal young lady developed by this sort of tinkering.
I've just finished...
... one complete 'pass' through my video discs. A tedious job, this "stock-taking" malarkey, but well-suited to the level of energy a batch of rhino-viruses tends to leave me with. I keep the physical discs themselves in a series of CaseLogic folders. A tiny bit of the collection is still in its original packaging: stuff like my Criterion sets of "Crumb", the "Qatsi" trilogy, "All that Jazz", "Civilisation". A couple of test and TV calibration discs. The cover artwork is in plastic sleeves in display folders. I've scanned all the artwork I could still find, and that's on my internal network.
The titles? Listed here.