The Esoteric Science Resource Center

Well, I survived the weekend. When I say "survived", it's not because of problems with last weekend's event (if anything, the friendliness and courtesy of everyone involved, especially after dealing with the attendees at the last few of the Czarina's shows, was a welcome treasure), but because the north winds tearing through Dallas stirred up a lot of pollen and spores that should have remained buried forever. I still don't know what particular combination of floral or mycotal reproductive material does it, but those blue northers always set off an allergic reaction that's identical to a bad case of the flu: slight fever, aching joints, inability to concentrate, and a general "please kill me now" feeling that has to go on its way on its own. Combine this with a lack of sleep from preparation for CAPE on Friday night, and Sunday was spent in a fitful coma. (For elaboration, the "fitful" comes from waking up from that coma unable to breathe from asthma fits. Oh, I'll be making up my sleep deficit for weeks.)

Anyway, the next week is going to be occupied with First Job and Second Job duties, so for consolation, feel free to pass on my latest missive for 101 Reasons To Stop Writing. Sure, it's nearly two months old, but at least it's out. And so it goes.