Here are a few things for a hard Friday afternoon’s work.
First, the Beagle project crew are live-blogging their wander around the Darwin exhibition at the NHM. Well, thus far we’ve had a commentary on getting the train from God’s Own County to the soft southern wilderness of London.
Next, after my tirade against meaningless numbers, I found someone else has a similar problem, so I blogged about it on the EGRU blog. Ignore what I wrote, the quotes are good enough.
The cat theme comes courtesy of the new public information webpage How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You. Of course, the sure sign is that they are still alive. After answering the quiz, I get this:
Just as soon as I work out how to open cans, you’re gone.
Finally (for the moment), Helsinki will be graced by the presence of Grrlscientist next week. This seems like a good excuse to organise a meet-up with other NNers in Helsinki, as well as anyone else interested in intelligent conversation drinking beer. Next Wednesday in Kaisla seems like a good option, but I’m open to other suggestions.
Are you plotting to kill your readers? I took that quiz, and pressed the last button. I got back a message saying “join this dating agency, sign up and we will let you have your results to the quiz”.
Ha!
Health warning required.
Anyway, I know my cat isn’t plotting to kill me because I don’t have one.
You can skip signing up through a link at the bottom. I didn’t sign up, I know how old I am, as well as how old the soot on my radio is.
You should watch out for your at though, Maxine. It’s obviously hiding so well you don’t know it’s there.
Only 85% for me – combined. I think the skinny one is responsible for at least 65%, the fat one is too lazy.
Nah, the fat one’s the brains behind the operation.
When I come home after work, The Beast usually come up and sniffs my right arm. I’ve always assumed it’s his way of saying hello. But I realized this evening that he’s checking to see if I’m ripe yet.
The fat one has no discernible brains at all. For example, she often raises her hind leg in the air, gives it a lick, gets distracted, then turns back in astonishment at this furry white thing that’s in her face, and tries to bat it away with her front paw. I’ve tried to video this performance but I’m usually laughing too hard to hold the camera straight.
No discernible brains here…
Ok, since everyone does… here’s Zoe. She would spend half an hour at a time like this (and no, not having a seizure). She now lives with friends in Colorado, and we miss her dearly!
bq. No discernible brains here…
Very Zen, though. But I’m afraid Steffi (or rather Zoe) beat you (or rather Saba) for cuteness. Awww, that’s just too much.
Yes, I can’t deny that (this picture of) Zoe is cuter than (the above photo of) Saba. I will have to raise the stakes.
How’s this?
Or this, featuring Saba’s sister, Google?
OK, I’ll stop now.
Steffi, my cat looks exactly like that! With the same amount of white in the same places. If the middle white patch is shaped like an upside down V it would be identical, but it looks like it’s not.
No, the spot on the chest is actually more heart-shaped. Zoe is completely dim and un-catlike (when she lies on your feet and you turn over, she falls off, looks confused, and just starts getting comfy again)… but the nicest cat you can imagine. I reallyreally miss her!!!
Oh, and Cath:
The grey one is Bella. Also still in Colorado. And what they’re lying on is a giant stuffed toy gorilla. Sniff…
Enough, I’ll start crying!!!
Yeah, a cat cuteness war!
Excellent photo Steffi – you are a worthy adversary!
Here is my trump card:
But I’m not sure if that will be enough, the gorilla cuddle photo is spectacularly cute.
Cath – I’m sitting here chuckling. They’re all so cute!!!
We didn’t take the two with us because we just couldn’t face putting them through the long plane trip, plus converting them from outdoor-hippie-freedom cats to apartment cats. Especially Bella (she’s a wild girl) – Zoe may have adapted.
That sounds really tough Steffi, but no doubt a good decision. Our two are relatively happy to be inside most of the time, but ecstatic when we let them out for supervised exploration time! We’re on a main road with raccoons and (probably) coyotes around, so unfortunately it’s not safe to have them out there all the time.
Oh, and for no particular reason: