sharks with frickin' laser beams on their headsThursday was actually relatively normal at work. No real need to work after work, which is always nice, and stuff appears to be working in the whole newly launched website.

What else. . . on Wednesday, I got a phone call from Marcus. Apparently, I’d called him first, accidentally. (My phone will call people if it gets its buttons pushed in exactly the wrong way, as happens sometimes if it’s in my pocket.) But anyway, I heard about what he was up to—trying to get his dissertation done. Apparently, his girlfriend has a new job, one where she alters mouse genes, then shines laser light on exposed mouse brains to activate these altered genes. Mice with frickin’ laser beams on their heads, man. The mind boggles. But anyway, he said that he needed a break and was thinking about visiting Arizona sometime possibly in late December or January. Those are definitely the months to be here. . . .