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Just. Like. That.

March 27, 2008


This has been gnawing at me all day. So I need to do this post for any peace.

Anyone who pays attention understands that searching for something on the Net can lead to some very strange places and very unintended consequences.

That happened to me this morning, searching for an oyster picture.

I eventually wound up at a blog with this top post: Please Pray For Me

Update: Reference: Subnotebook Dimensions

March 27, 2008

Post withdrawn.

Specs for the hp 2133 over at Engadget that I cited have to be false. As someone not suffering from fever after-effects asked me over at JK on the Run:

I hope you’re kidding, Mike.

Do you really think HP is going to sell an “ultra-portable” that’s 5 inches thick?

My mind is still not free of warpage from fever.

So, I’m shutting down the blog for another day.

Damned oysters!

Blog Notes: Oysters!

March 27, 2008

The Adventure of the Dying Detective

His appearance had changed for the worse during the few hours that I had been with him. Those hectic spots were more pronounced, the eyes shone more brightly out of darker hollows, and a cold sweat glimmered upon his brow. He still retained, however, the jaunty gallantry of his speech. To the last gasp he would always be the master.

“You will tell him exactly how you have left me,” said he. “You will convey the very impression which is in your own mind–a dying man–a dying and delirious man. Indeed, I cannot think why the whole bed of the ocean is not one solid mass of oysters, so prolific the creatures seem. Ah, I am wondering! Strange how the brain controls the brain! What was I saying, Watson?”

“My directions for Mr. Culverton Smith.”

“Ah, yes, I remember. My life depends upon it. Plead with him, Watson. There is no good feeling between us. His nephew, Watson–I had suspicions of foul play and I allowed him to see it. The boy died horribly. He has a grudge against me. You will soften him, Watson. Beg him, pray him, get him here by any means. He can save me–only he!”

“I will bring him in a cab, if I have to carry him down to it.”

“You will do nothing of the sort. You will persuade him to come. And then you will return in front of him. Make any excuse so as not to come with him. Don’t forget, Watson. You won’t fail me. You never did fail me. No doubt there are natural enemies which limit the increase of the creatures. You and I, Watson, we have done our part. Shall the world, then, be overrun by oysters? No, no; horrible! You’ll convey all that is in your mind.”


I don’t know yet if there will be blogging today.

Battling the oysters in my fevered sleep last night was exhausting.

Evil bastards, they are.

Update: Wow. I went hours without seeing the typo. Yeah, I’m not yet fit to post again.