I've been feeling like Elle Driver (aka California Mountain Snake) from Kill Bill the last few days. Just as ornery, but not as gorgeous obviously. I was finally able to wash my hair, so that helped in the glamorous department (if you could call this lion's mane glamorous, which you couldn't). Probably if I had a sexier eye-patch, that might help, too. Fortunately, I've kept myself mostly secluded and therefore haven't needed to assassinate anyone from sheer irascibility. Yet. It might be a different story given a few more days of a wildly dilated pupil and migraines.
Enough with the blindness, on to the science fun.
Tomorrow NASA will begin downloading the mother lode of Pluto data. This should take almost a full year to finish because the New Horizons spaceship (such a great word) has a shitty ISP. I'm looking forward to more alien love notes because I'm a romantic at heart. Even when I'm as surly as a snapping turtle.
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What, no rhinestone covered eye patch?
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