Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Rambling recollections of an aging engineer
About Me
- kai
- Back in academia after a decade in industry, with a new generation of students.
Recent comments
Blog Archive
-
▼
2008
(161)
-
▼
August
(20)
- Veckans ord: bågsekund
- Kul med språket: Obfuskera Svenskans recension av ...
- Love in the Old Town
- Friends in high places
- Veckans ord: cellofan
- Sittin' on the dock of the bay
- Let them eat cake
- Still un(der)determined
- I am easily amused
- “Nature”
- Empty in one sense
- Notes from the underground
- Veckans ord: utvickningsflicka
- Clouds
- Even more impressive
- Stormy weather
- Feeding frenzy
- There and back again
- Cover me, I'm going in!
- Word of the Week: streptease
-
▼
August
(20)
Recently read
- Vitklädd med ljus i hår M Lang. Uncertain until the very end.
- Svart sommar M Lang. Twisty.
- Ministry of Space W Ellis, C Weston, L Martin & M Heisler. The world is more connected than this.
- Bombers in Service—Patrol and Transport Aircraft since 1960 K Munson. For my nostalgia shelf.
- French Poilu 1914–18. I Sumner, ill G Rava. Rather too short to cover the entire war.
- First World War and Army of Occupation War Diary France Belgium and Germany: 24 DIVISION 72 Infantry Brigade, Brigade Trench Mortar Battery February 1918–31 January 1919 (First World War, War Diary, WO95/2215/3) Exactly what it says on the tin, though the label is quite large.
Places I keep track of
- IPMS Stockholm One of the best plastic modelling forums you'll find.
- Hyperscale More modelling stuff.
- Occasional kvetch Thnidu is a linguist and an old friend.
- Another CyborgManifesto Small and large, always with alarming skill.
- Aardvarchaeology What kind of archaeologist doesn't have a whip or even a fedora?
- Arkland Archaeology and random bits.
- Pharyngula Biology, politics and atheism. And eight-legged animals.
- Something positive Magical realism in a very cynical way.
- Chicken Wings It's about birds…that fly…
- xkcd Don't miss the mouse-overs.
2 comments:
Waste not, want not.
Considering they did not seem to nibble on their live colleagues I wonder how they could tell that the victim was indeed dead and therefore eatable.
Post a Comment