I’m wrapping up book editing today, so I plan on spending the whole afternoon staring fixedly at a screen (oh, wait, isn’t that usually what I’m doing? OK, staring with less typing). I am going to be so boring for a while (oh, wait, I’m always boring. I might as well just wrap this up, every word is a lie anyway).
Restart: busy. Staying offline for a while.
But I’m thinking…who would like to do a Pharyngula hangout this weekend? Leave a comment, suggest times (it would be nice to bring in people who usually have time zone problems), and possible topics. Maybe I should nag this Chris Clarke fella to join in, too.
Now…back to work.
If I’m around and I can get Annette’s laptop to cooperate — she has a camera and I don’t — then I’m in. Will leave the suggestions of times to other participants, though, as I may be on the road.
Wait, is this an elaborate ruse to “prove” that PZ and Chris are two different people.
No, it’s an elaborate ruse to prove Chris isn’t PZ’s highly trained squid minion.
I thought all the horde were highly trained squid minions?!
squinions.
Wait – I thought we were all sock puppets of PZ’s. Now I’m confused. (Or is PZ confused? I can’t keep track any more. The echoing in the chamber is too loud.)
snack food.
I’d try ’em.
Squinions? Yes. Highly trained? No.
Depending on the exact time, I might be able to sit in for an hour – if you’re willing to put up with a planetary astronomer. But I leave the timing to the horde’s decision.
Re. training squid minions: why am I now thinking of the joke that ends with the parrot saying “Okay, I’ll do whatever you say. But what did the chicken do?”.
…It’s imaginable that I might be able to buy a new laptop* with a camera on Saturday (and open a Google+ account the same day). But it’s not likely. I might be poring over the page proofs of a looong review paper all weekend long.
* Planned anyway; delayed all the time due to work.
Not all. For example, I am a poorly trained squid minion.
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