September 30th, 2009


[links] Link salad is sick, comes to the Internet anyway

More classic and pseudoclassic National Parks poster art — (Thanks to theresamather.)

Ornithopter madness

How to Truck 66 200,000-Pound Antennas to 16,000 Feet — Which reminds of this US Navy land tug, used to hauld decommissioned nuclear reactors from barges on the Columbia to their open grave at the Hanford site. (Via Jalopnik.)

NASA's Version of Star Trek Replicator Ready for On Orbit Test — Ooooh. (Via @JStevenYork.)

America's Next Great Pundit — It could be you. A strange contest. Wonder if I should enter it...

JK Rowling lost out on US medal over Harry Potter 'witchcraft' — Ah, yes. Conservative "thought". (Via Scrivener's Error.)

How the iPod became a tool of war — (Via Scrivener's Error.)

?otD: Which way did he go, George?

Body movement: n/a (sick)
Hours slept: 11.25! (sick)
This morning's weigh-in: n/a (traveling)
Currently reading: Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman! by Richard P. Feynman

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[personal] More sick

Well, I laid down about 5:30 yesterday, and went lights out at 7:00 pm. Woke up at 6:15 this morning when the alarm clock went off. I didn't know it was set, and was sleeping soundly, over eleven hours later.

That's some serious sick for me, when I sleep like that, given my usual fare is six hours a night. NyQuil certainly helped, and I did wake up a lot, but just briefly before rolling back to sleep. Fever and chills as the night went on, and very strange dreams. The one that stands out this morning was me crawling on hands and knees through a very low-ceilinged attic to negotiate with Paris Hilton for the placement of a short story in the online market she edits. Ahem.

I am going to head into the office shortly, but if I start to delaminate, I'm right back to the hotel and my various nostrums. Taking ginger ale, Ricola and zinc tabs to work with me.


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