But I went outside, for maybe five minutes, It was just too nasty. Even Kathryn said so. But outside is outside.
I spent two and a half hours this morning on the Geology Section ("Type Locality and Horizon") for the macrobaenid paper. That might have been the best, though most exhausting part of the day. I also discovered that I cannot try to come up with some scheme to deliver a poster session at SVP (this year in Toronto) in 2022, because the meeting overlaps with the World Fantasy Convention, and which I am a "special guest" (whatever that means). But next year SVP will be in Cincinnati, and I will be there. I would far rather be in the company of paleontologists than other writers.
My mood is teetering. I was so up this morning. Now I stand balanced on a stainless-steel toothpick.
Oh, but here's a cool thing. A Carboniferous-aged vampyropod cephalopod, Syllipsimopodi bideni, has been named for President Biden. The fossil was found in Montana.
Who are "we" boycotting today? Besides that stuff I listed day before day before yesterday, I mean: Starbucks (ugh). KFC. Burger King. Shell Oil. Papa Johns (not real pizza). Nestle. Something called Deloitee and something else called KPMG. Taco Bell (shudder). Danone. And...whatever. Myself, I don't eat fast food, so most of this wouldn't apply to me anyway. But, futility, thy name is Boycott.
Last night Kathryn and I watched the first few episodes of Seinfeld (1987-1989), for old times sake. The humor holds up very well. Of course, it has the problem that almost every sitcom built around a comedian has. Everyone besides the comedian is fucking hilarious. We may watch more.
And you, kittens, you can peruse the marvels of our eBay shop. Please and thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:31 p.m.