If it ain't splanchnocranial, I don't want it.
I was awakened at 5:44 a.m. by a screeching alert from our phones, because we had a flash flood watch. Because the mother of all thunderstorms was having its way with Red Mountain. I'd slept just fine through the window-rattling storm, but that fucking siren. We have got to find a way to turn off those alerts. I'd rather drown.
So, yeah a stormy morning, than a rainy day, and now the sun is out again. Our high was only 84˚F, so much cooler than yesterday.
Anyway, I got up after the sirens and got to work as soon as I was vaguely coherent. I'm writing the section of MP1 on the quadrates, a pair of bones that, in snakes and lizards (squamates) join the mandibles to the skull. In most vertebrates, the quadrates are fused with the rest of the skull. But they're only attached by soft tissue in squamates, a condition called streptostyly, that greatly increases the fore-aft mobility of the jaws when the mouth is being opened. Steptostyly is also present in several groups of dinosaurs. Anyway, the mosasaur that is the subject of MP1 has very distinctive quadrates that set it apart from all other plioplatecarpine mosasaurs.
Tomorrow, after the paleo' writing, I have to call Mike Polcyn in Dallas, and then I have to get serious about laying out the ms. for Bradbury Weather. I still do not know whether it will have an introduction. I have considered using a single line: This is Caitlín R. Kiernan's condemnation of the human race.
I want to write a novel that is a sort of elegy for the Birmingham we have lost. If I don't, who will?
Okay. I need to wrap this up. Take note, Spooky's birthday is on the 24th, and she also has an Amazon wishlist. Right here. And there's the Big Cartel shop, right here.
Oh, today is the 10th anniversary of Ridley Scott's Prometheus (2012).
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:05 p.m.
So, yeah a stormy morning, than a rainy day, and now the sun is out again. Our high was only 84˚F, so much cooler than yesterday.
Anyway, I got up after the sirens and got to work as soon as I was vaguely coherent. I'm writing the section of MP1 on the quadrates, a pair of bones that, in snakes and lizards (squamates) join the mandibles to the skull. In most vertebrates, the quadrates are fused with the rest of the skull. But they're only attached by soft tissue in squamates, a condition called streptostyly, that greatly increases the fore-aft mobility of the jaws when the mouth is being opened. Steptostyly is also present in several groups of dinosaurs. Anyway, the mosasaur that is the subject of MP1 has very distinctive quadrates that set it apart from all other plioplatecarpine mosasaurs.
Tomorrow, after the paleo' writing, I have to call Mike Polcyn in Dallas, and then I have to get serious about laying out the ms. for Bradbury Weather. I still do not know whether it will have an introduction. I have considered using a single line: This is Caitlín R. Kiernan's condemnation of the human race.
I want to write a novel that is a sort of elegy for the Birmingham we have lost. If I don't, who will?
Okay. I need to wrap this up. Take note, Spooky's birthday is on the 24th, and she also has an Amazon wishlist. Right here. And there's the Big Cartel shop, right here.
Oh, today is the 10th anniversary of Ridley Scott's Prometheus (2012).
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:05 p.m.