And you can see the current eBay auctions here.
I didn't make it out of the house yesterday. Spooky cooked a very spicy Jamaican chicken, rice, and bean dish for dinner. Then, thanks to
Regarding Tatiana, the four-year-old Siberian tiger killed on Tuesday at the San Francisco Zoo, it seems increasingly likely that her escape was aided or instigated by the three humans who were attacked. Ronald Tilson, director of conservation at the Minnesota Zoo, has said of the affair, "She was everything that a tiger is supposed to be. She was essentially shot and killed for being a tiger." For me, in the end, it comes down to the fact that there remain only about 25,000-27,000 tigers worldwide, and most of them (about 20,000) are in zoos, sanctuaries, breeding farms, or kept as pets, and represent a population of low genetic diversity. So, if we go with a global tiger population of 27,000, Tatiana's death represented the loss of a far, far more significant percentage of that population than the loss of one human from a worldwide population of (as of 12/28/07 at 17:21 GMT) a whopping 6,640,422,877 individuals. That is, there are almost 250,000 times more humans than tigers, which means humans can stand to lose a few and tigers can't. I don't mind being called callous.
Oh, probably the coolest Cephalopodmas gift I received this year came from
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Oh, and there's this wonderful comment to my entry from day before yesterday, wherein I fretted that
I'm about as likely to compare you to a Cat Piss Man as I am likely to buy tickets to watch the entire six-film Star Wars series, and you can quote me on that. Actually, I kinda like people picking apart continuity holes in films (as opposed to rabidly rationalizing, say, why the shuttlecraft in Alien couldn't support four people when the Nostromo crew was seven), because this tends to make people pay attention to those sorts of holes in their own work. I just get irritated with the twerps who want to argue the plausibility of lightsabers, the propensity toward sound and visible lasers in space, and other cliches fervently defended by members of the Church of Saint Spock the Pointyeared.
If I wanted to hang out with humorless pedants who go postal because any questions make them worry about the inerrancy of their chosen obsession, I'd rather visit the Institute of Creation Research. Young-earth creationists bathe more often.
Ah! Coffee!