If you’re a Pittsburgh or near-Pittsburgh reader, you should come to our local Drinking Skeptically this month. It’s on the 20th and I promise there won’t be any arrow wielding flying babies. And the onion rings will knock your socks off. Except I hope not really because I can’t deal with feet.
I’ve been busy at work and also feel like complete crap this week. It’s like head cold meets touch-of-flu, and no sir, I do not like it. This has made for a great deal of movie viewing though. Expect a smallish essay on Freund’s 1935 Mad Love just in time for Valentines Day. And I have something to say about horror scientists and doctors but haven’t had the time or energy to say it. Spent it all Photoshopping that bit up there for DS. Was it worth it? I don’t know. Children, your dear Auntie Lizzie is feelin’ puny. Run along and fetch her some of that “special cough syrup”, won’t you?
