Yeah, yeah, OK, I know I've been absent except on the comments, but I'm traveling, all right? Everything I have worth saying gets said over beer or whiskey, tonight to Jim Lippard and John Lynch, the latter of whom is my present host. I must thank Malte Ebach for his hospitality over the past week too.
On to Utah on Wednesday. Lynch tells me I'm off to see fossils and stuff in Tucson tomorrow. I hope he means geological fossils, and not my contemporaries. Even I think I'm an old fogey.
Speaking of fogeys, it's PZ Mashgvsihem's birthday. He is only slightly less fogeyish than I - he has three 17 year olds in his head, while I have them plus a one year old, which is why it's so noisy inside here. Despite his complete lack of appreciation of subtle philosophy, he's really not so bad for a cephalopod loving Satanic destroyer of all that is decent. Go wish him a happy birthday, or say a prayer in the comments. He loves that, you know...
Things will quieten down when they start to leave. You just won't know what's going on.
I've no idea what you are chundering on about. I've got you both beat by a handful and I'm still trying to work out how to become a responsible adult. Old fogies indeed, don't you know that life begins at seventy.
Life begins at forty, Thony C. Seventy almost no sexual life.... don't trust Chinese proverb, I mean this time.
I took a quick visit to PZ, I felt that here is more lovely more graceful, perhaps more civilized.
Keep on, John.