FMD17
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I like science & braille & food & cats & books. And large plaster statues of yeti.
We have one like that too. His name is Noodle because he’s long & skinny and has only noodles in his head
Was just in Seattle & visited the Burke Museum and learned that current day humans are closer to when the triceratops lived than the triceratops was to the stegosaurus. 🤯I love both of those.
It’s a great little neighborhood place. Warm doughnut filling changes every day. And I wasn’t kidding about the pancake.
Two stripey cats on the Stripey Pillow. A few months ago they were arch enemies but now they snooze together
Washington Post reports that people who cover or mar Dear Thin-skinned Leader’s face on the new national park pass may be accused of “fraud” and have to buy another pass. I guess they know that people will want to, um, get creative. Posting just a screen shot of the full story.
The year we got this goofball Noodle we decided not to get a tree & instead put Christmas lights on our drying rack. Good thing. We had put skeleton lights on it, and Noodle enjoyed biting the legs off. We found little plastic legs around the house for months.
Today at our faculty meeting I received the highest, most prestigious honor one can get. Yes, the 2025 Faculty Ugly Christmas Sweater award.
Last year on my birthday we rescued this skinny but sweet tabby cat. It took some patience for the other two to embrace their new brother but a year later, Toby is a comfortable happy boy & all three sleep with us every night. Deep rumbly purrs, Toby, & happy adoption day 😻
Here are our Purr Queens, Lilliput & Esmeralda. Lilli, my constant companion, had a slow growing cancer that stopped responding to treatment; the day after she died Esmé suddenly took sick and died a few days later, Nov 20. Worst thanksgiving we ever had, missing these two friends. Still miss them.
I was at a conference in the Netherlands last summer that was using AI to add text on big screens as the speaker presented. I don’t recall what the speaker was saying but I’m positive it wasn’t “Yao am I van Yao pom?”
My mom was a big fan of Longfellow so maybe that’s where she got it. I have her copy of collected works where she’s written inside, “This book was presented to me by my dear Uncle Cornelius in 1933 as a gift.”