In honor of the day, I present to you an image from a few weeks ago, while I was trying to get decent photographs of a tiny thread-legged assassin bug, Stenolemus lanipes. I thought the pattern on the abdomen could be considered appropriate.
Though I admit, now that The Girlfriend’s Younger Sprog pointed out the ‘horns’ to me, which I’d missed at first, I now can’t help
“Now where did this odd callous on the side of my thumb come from?”
Oh. Yeah.
That might do it…
I’m sorry, this really does amount to (I feel terribly uncouth even breathing the word) a tweet, and I hereby promise not to make a habit of it. But it occurred to me this morning how much America is the land of opportunity. No matter how feeble your understanding of biology or science, or even if you’re an incredible asshole, you can still go on to become a Republican politician!
Other
I don’t use RSS feeds, thus I’m not familiar with how they display mistakes. So if anyone got a notification of a new post that doesn’t exist, that’s my bad – I inadvertently published an upcoming one when I meant to just save the draft. I try to space these out to rotate subject matter and length, but this one is too much like the last, so I want to get some other
As the weather turned rather chilly, and more than a smidgen damp, I decided to play with the squishy conditions.
Did you know that those paranormal ‘orbs’ have a tendency to hide behind drops of water? Strange but true…
And so, another experiment. I am putting up a handful of introductory podcasts, to try and determine if there’s the faintest interest. This was based on a recommendation from, I believe, a blogger on Scientific American, and while I’m not entirely sold on the idea yet, I’m willing to give it a try. So I recorded a few previous posts and linked them below.
I can say that
I came across this image in my stock yesterday and liked the abstract that could be created from a tight crop, especially since I missed prime focus.
Of course you recognized this as the fingers of a ring-tailed lemur, taken while visiting the Duke Lemur Center in Durham, NC. It just goes to show you that even with appropriate subjects, I just can’t do “cute.”
A related story:
… but at least, this gives me the excuse to post something furry.
A year ago, The Girlfriend heard something crying outside the open window one night, which led to the discovery that we had four abandoned, semi-feral kittens hanging around. The capture and taming of them was chronicled here, and
I just had to upload this one, partially to break up two posts that are far too similar. But this is me doing my “Snow White” thing while setting up some shots the other day. A butterfly (I can’t be bothered to determine the species) alighted on my left bicep and stayed there for no small amount of time, tapping its way down my arm with its proboscis. While I suspect
So, today’s xkcd comments on hypochondria:
This stirred some memories of an age, long ago, when I would meet with several friends for a curious pastime. Bear with me a moment as I explain.
It all started with a humorous story taken from the early days of Usenet, about a poker game played by personifications of
