Milky thick (113)
Mostly sunny today. A high of 58˚F..
Yesterday, with the finish line in sight, I let myself get knocked off the horse. Stuff happened. And by 1 p.m. I was sick from...you know, I said this yesterday, I bet. About my vaccination and everything. Yes, well, by the time I was done with dinner and had a fairly sad dinner, I was just about delirious. I spent the night on the floor, drifting and moaning and watching The Big Bang Theory for three hours until I crawled away to bed.
But I woke feeling 100% better. Unfortunately, I flailed about all morning trying to get back on the horse, will little success. as the day wore on, my head began to clear, and I spoke with Jun this afternoon, so I should be able to get the last of this thing done tomorrow and Wednesday morning. I will defeat the spleio-angular joint!
BECAUSE OF HAVE TO FINISH THAT NEW TINFOIL DOSSIER NOVELLA AND GET SIRENIA DIGEST 201 OUT, BECAUSE NO ONE PAYS ME TO DO PALEONTOLOGY.
I have to stop dithering and second guessing and succumbing to my own perfectionism and make an end to this thing.
This blog entry, too, actually.
The afternoon's film was Denis Villeneuve's Blade Runner 2049 (2017).
And here are some things I said on twitter today:
As we consider the possibility that Twitter may go belly up, perhaps I will make a few of the opinionated posts I usually try to avoid. For example, I think avoiding contractions in scientific papers is a very silly practice. See? Edgy stuff.
~ and ~
Okay. A serious one. I hate the way that good, solid anatomical description has lost ground to phylogenetics (which, of course, in theory, is built on good, solid anatomical work). In a description of a new taxon, the morphology should not be overwhelmed by cladograms.
~ and ~
So, yeah. It seems like a big deal when you lose a hundred Twitter followers in a couple of weeks. But I just did the math and the net loss is hardly more than 1%.
~ and ~
ATM, I am *most* frustrated that in all the hundreds of pubs on mosasaurs since 1764, no one has devoted any real attention to variation in the splenio-angular contact between taxa, constantly reducing it to a simple "ball-and-socket"-cotyle/condyle joint.
There's the Big Cartel shop. Have a look.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
1:41 p.m.
Yesterday, with the finish line in sight, I let myself get knocked off the horse. Stuff happened. And by 1 p.m. I was sick from...you know, I said this yesterday, I bet. About my vaccination and everything. Yes, well, by the time I was done with dinner and had a fairly sad dinner, I was just about delirious. I spent the night on the floor, drifting and moaning and watching The Big Bang Theory for three hours until I crawled away to bed.
But I woke feeling 100% better. Unfortunately, I flailed about all morning trying to get back on the horse, will little success. as the day wore on, my head began to clear, and I spoke with Jun this afternoon, so I should be able to get the last of this thing done tomorrow and Wednesday morning. I will defeat the spleio-angular joint!
BECAUSE OF HAVE TO FINISH THAT NEW TINFOIL DOSSIER NOVELLA AND GET SIRENIA DIGEST 201 OUT, BECAUSE NO ONE PAYS ME TO DO PALEONTOLOGY.
I have to stop dithering and second guessing and succumbing to my own perfectionism and make an end to this thing.
This blog entry, too, actually.
The afternoon's film was Denis Villeneuve's Blade Runner 2049 (2017).
And here are some things I said on twitter today:
As we consider the possibility that Twitter may go belly up, perhaps I will make a few of the opinionated posts I usually try to avoid. For example, I think avoiding contractions in scientific papers is a very silly practice. See? Edgy stuff.
~ and ~
Okay. A serious one. I hate the way that good, solid anatomical description has lost ground to phylogenetics (which, of course, in theory, is built on good, solid anatomical work). In a description of a new taxon, the morphology should not be overwhelmed by cladograms.
~ and ~
So, yeah. It seems like a big deal when you lose a hundred Twitter followers in a couple of weeks. But I just did the math and the net loss is hardly more than 1%.
~ and ~
ATM, I am *most* frustrated that in all the hundreds of pubs on mosasaurs since 1764, no one has devoted any real attention to variation in the splenio-angular contact between taxa, constantly reducing it to a simple "ball-and-socket"-cotyle/condyle joint.
There's the Big Cartel shop. Have a look.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
1:41 p.m.