Anyway, as it turns out, I spent my afternoon off attending to my Second Life. One of the Nareths had a portentous run-in with a certain Doctor and his traveling companion and their (very fetching) ship's cat. Afterwards, I dropped by the steampunk exposition in Caledon Primverness, and then later, at 5 p.m. SLT (8 p.m. EST), I had a meeting with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in Babbage. I went looking only to let a room in the city, and Mayor Sprocket had told me that Sir Arthur had rooms to let, but...well, as it turns out, in exchange for lending my imagination to the ongoing experiment that is Babbage (and by extension, all of SL), I was generously provided with far more adequate lodgings than a room. It was an extremely pleasant surprise, and I very much look forward to working with Sir Arthur and everyone else in Babbage. After that, I handed SL over to Spooky, and I spent the remainder of the evening reading and watching Moulin Rouge! (2001) for the first time in a long time. Gods, but I do adore that film, top to bottom, stem to stern.
Oh, and the postman, who too often brings nothing but bills and unwanted credit-card offers, brought the June 2007 issue of the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology, which this month includes a second volume (Memoir 8) entirely devoted to the Late Cretaceous abelisaurid theropod dinosaur Majungasaurus crenatissimus (from Madagascar). The journal itself seems especially filled with awesomeness, including a description of a new gliding archosauromorph reptile from the Triassic of Virginia, a full description of the new giant phorusrhacid bird (from the Miocene of Patagonia) that recently made the news, and a redescription of the anatomy and phylogeny of the hadrosaurid dinosaur Lambeosaurus magnicristis. Wonderful stuff, as if I was not already hopelessly behind on my reading.
Tomorrow night, I will be the guest author at the Lost and the Damned Chatroom. I go on at 9 p.m. EST and will be answering questions on just about any aspect of my work. Please drop in. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this, and I'm a little nervous. Hopefully, it will go well. I'll repeat this announcement tomorrow morning.
Right. Spooky and the platypus are both telling me it's time to wrap this up and face the CEM (which is much worse than facing the music, I assure you). Deep breaths, Caitlín. This too shall pass. Plus, I think we might be having dinner with Byron this evening, and that gives me something to which I can look forward without shuddering.