photo ops for korea

that's my pea pod!

so it's been awhile since my last blog... with good reason. the professor and i took a little trip to maine and had some mad relaxing time. unfortunately, much of that relaxing time was spent locked up in the hotel room because my dog is out of control. i had the fantastic job of judging a science fair on monday night and whilst i was gone, proton barked for 3 hours straight. the hotel people had to let him out of the room, so when i came back he was behind the main desk helping check people in. then i had to talk to the manager. needless to say, he was not left alone again.

so let's talk about north korea. wow. i know many of you have heard my korea stories (south korea, that is) and of my own experience with kim jong-il's freaking insanity when dealing with his dreaded neighbor to the south, but this whole "hostages for photo ops" campaign is really taking his crazy rice brain antics to a new level. "well yes.. yes i will release the ladies... in return for an opportunity to get my photo taken with super sexy president clinton. and 50 disney films, 25 glass figurines of elvis, and 2 boxes of fruit roll-ups." did you see those photos? he's GLEAMING like this is his dream finally being realized. all i'm saying is watch out for a rash of kidnappings of americans. and kim jongil's outrageous demands of photos with michael jordan, diana ross, heidi klum, and Pinnochio to secure release of the prisoners.

and i'm teaching an anatomy & physiology course this fall and just found out i will be leading a dissection of a cat. a cat. a dreaded, dreaded, gross, wet, dead cat. i asked my boss if the cat still had hair on it and yes, yes it does. wet, gross, dead hair. i told her i will probably have to put a towel over their faces. i'm slowly working toward actually looking at them... there's a whole stack of them in the storage closet at the school. and buckets of organs. BUCKETS. i like small cells and physics. not dead cats with formeldehyde hair gel.