SRF Heavy Industries

The first part of the video segment is amoebic dysentery on the hoof, so stand back.

And then this thing showed up to visit today.

If you happen to have any “Actual Size!” stickers from XKCD lying around, feel free to stick one on your monitor somewhere near the hornet. Because, like, it’s accurate.
I swear Alpharetta is Jurassic Park for bugs. Jurassic-size bugs.

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Next thing you know you’re writing memos to the White House justifying various forms of torture.

It’s a slippery slope.

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Images stolen from The Sun. WARNING: Link attempts to launch pop-ups and the horrible puns on The Sun’s “twee” pages aren’t safe for lunch. Also, it’s The Sun.

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Mine will have three settings. “Quantum”, “Regular”, and “Decaf”.

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It’s amazing these Bornean clouded leopard things aren’t spotted more often, given that they run headlights at night.

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Well. It certainly helps the creative juices when your day-in, day-out unchanging drudgework keeps dishing up things that couldn’t possibly happen elsewhere. Otherwise, the unabating awesomeness of leaving the house while it’s still dark and getting back when it’s dark again in the summery days of maximum daylight leaves me with little time to write about much of anything. This has been going on for more than a year now.

Any writing I’ve been doing has been super-concentrated — little ultra-rich haiku-like nuggets dropped here and there like the throwaways they are, parapoetic distillations suitable for methods of broadcast subject to severe character limits. Future editors will love me while future agents remind me that venues for poetry dried up decades ago. Someone with a spare minute please phone the future and tell them I already know.

How are you?

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