Oh, no! Man was not meant to play God!
Now, women, on the other hand… 
Well, the bacteria might be female. I didn’t check though.
Which raises the question: How does one sex a bacterium?
Which raises the further question: Do bacteria have sex?
Which raises yet another question: Is there a bacterial analog of Viagra?
Bacterium is one of those singular nouns more obscure than its plural form. Others are datum and criterion.
"rotorhead is, sadly, a singular noun these days. Though, if I could only find the right women, I’d be sure to datum.
I know a guy in Jersey.
Jersey?
What exit?
Last time I was in Jersey, it was such a mess. I picked the wrong time of day, and was stuck on the turnpike during rush hour.
The Pike is a tasteless fish.
Just look at those shoes!
You remember Otis Pike? You couldn;t do a town drunk character like that anymore.
It would be difficult right now, because I don’t have much alcohol around the house, and I haven’t done much drinking in a long time. But I could try. I might have to practice the drunken-stagger walking bit ahead of time to get it right.
Remember the drunken character Lee Marvin played in Cat Ballou? Even his horse was drunk – remember the scene where it was leaning up against a building? I still wonder how the trainer taught it to do that.
I tried repeatedly to train the german shepherd I used to have. They say shepherds are really smart, but either she just didn’t care, or she was dumb as a brick. Loved that dog. I never could get her to care about frisbees though. Her favorite was a tennis ball. I really wanted her to catch frisbees, but no.
They say cats aren’t trainable, but over the years I’ve had four that taught themselves how to fetch, with minimal input from me.
They all picked it up when they were still kittens but getting to the “teenager” stage of development. The first two lost interest when they became lazy adults. The third had just figured it out when a new kitten joined the menage and kept beating her to the toy till she gave it up as a bad idea.
The fourth (and current) fetch cat is still going strong at a year and a half old. His current favorite fetch toy is a plastic knife, although he’s also partial to plastic forks and spoons. He greets me when I awake each morning by dropping his fetch object on me. If I try to ignore him he headbutts my nose till I give in and fling the thing.
652 degrees Fahrenheit = 344.444444 degrees Celsius
But its a dry heat.
Here’s a hijack for ya. I just realized I forgot to send you the package we discussed in email Rotorhead.
I’ll go put it in my bus bag before I hit submit, so I have to lug it to work tomorrow. In the interim I will send you online links to the books via email. I’m sorry I forgot until now.
Abby, you may want to wait a few days. I am directly in the path of Isabel, and plan on skipping town a few days, so the monster tree in my front yard doesnt pin me to the bed when it crashes through the roof.
Seriously though, no hurry. I am probably leaving here wed morning, and might not be back in town until after the weekend. And I may well have 500 tons of magnolia tree to extricate from within the house.
So, how do you go about figuring the weight of a tree, without cutting it down? I am getting curious about that.
OK, I already sent links which you can peruse from wherever you are and I’ll hold off a day or two in mailing the book.
I bet if you post a thread, you’ll get some replies, if not right away eventually.
We’re in Houston (more or less) so I know what it’s like to deal with the possibility (and actuality) of hurricane and it’s accompanying weather.
I hope the hurricane passes you by without damage.
Replies about figuring the weight of the tree I meant. Could I have been anymore vague? :smack: