You’re a good sport, you know that? Still here reading these Profiles after all this time, with your hopes of improvement dashed and your trust at rock bottom. You deserve better. We’re not gonna let that obligate us, mind you, or even make us feel a little guilty – we’ve done our part in simply recognizing it. But go ahead and be optimistic all the same.
This
Professor Ceiling Cat Emeritus (sometimes known as Dr. Jerry Coyne) over at Why Evolution Is True brought this one up, and normally I’d just send you over there for this, but it relates directly to a few posts that I’ve done in the past, so I went ahead an embedded it here.
Going out for something last night, I noticed the moon was sharp and in a good position up over Walkabout Studios to take advantage of, and decided to fire off a few frames. I did not, despite the previous post, bother to try for some meteor photos – that would have come much later in the night hours (technically the wee hours of the morning) as the moon dropped lower, and I had no intentions
I was going to call this simply, “Reminders,” but I like this better.
The first is, are you prepared for All Hallows Read? You should be – I’ve featured it here often enough. Last year was, of course, a bust because no one was trick-or-treating, nor should they have been so, good
Nothing stops the relentless march of the Profiles of Nature! Though you could try paying us off – we’re not gonna rule that out…
This week we have Carol, Harvey, Vicki, and Lyle, a quartet of acrobats that go under the name of ‘The Flying Antimacassars,’ though no one has had the nerve to ask them why, or cared. They were hounded and forced into performing by their
The other day I did the rounds of Walkabout Estates to see what was happening among the nonhuman residents, kind of like a camp counselor but with a lot less chance of finding kids sneaking peeks at a bootleg copy of Emmanuelle vs Ghidra. What I did find, however, was a notable difference in the hue of the green treefrogs (Hyla cinerea) that were snoozing for the day,
It’s easy to get into a rut – or at least, it is for me. Depending on conditions and location, I realize that I’m finding mostly the same subjects, and I try tempering what I post because it’s a lot of photos of the same damn thing. And then, like earlier in the year, things
… even the people that benefit the most from it – you’ll know why in a second, or if you’ve been paying attention to the past years’ posts on the sidebar there.
Yes indeed, Friday, October 15th is National Grouch Day, so you have plenty of time to prepare
I’m in the middle of a long post right now, worrying about it too much given the number of visitors to this site, but that’s my own neurosis. Meanwhile, I followed a link to a video clip that was quite amusing, but it was hosted on [urgk] Twitter I attempted to embed it here (with full attributes and links, mind,) but all that occurred was a direct Twitter
Know what? You’re a crybaby. Cry, little crybaby. “The Profiles of Nature just won’t stop! Waah! Waah!” Little crybaby…
This week we have Bimasha, the last photo of her on stage before she stepped off the edge and fell into the orchestra pit, breaking three different legs (and a pedipalp) and getting billed for the damage to the woodwinds section. The lesson is, stay
