12.1.07

Eggs, Haggis, and Crystal Skulls.

Agh! Choke! How can I screw up eggs? I threw the first attempt in the garbage, and my second try has produced a completely different breakfast of failure. I hang my head low.

Fortunately, I won't be doing the cooking next weekend. I'm sure it comes as no surprise to learn that a few of my associates in the Greenhouse are Freemasons. That's how I heard about the local Annual Robbie Burns Night! An evening of poetry, piping, and haggis, all taking place inside the local Masonic Lodge. I can't wait.

By the way, I know that once, I became vegetarian for a year so that I could observe a Buddhist lifestyle which would make me "religious enough" to get into the Freemasons, but I'm not concerned with membership anymore. Would I like to be allowed into that members-only library, containing ancient documents of days gone by? Of course. But it always got harder and harder for me to mention their "no women allowed" policy to people. Now, I didn't particularly care about the standards of this august institution -- I just wanted in so I could play with the cool toys. That's a pretty shallow reason, though - shallow enough that I don't mind turning back on this goal.

Well, right after the tour.

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Canadian explorer. Chemist by training, biologist by nature. Long-time supporter and participant in National Novel Writing Month. Known as "Aquadeo" in most Internet circles. Also known as "that guy with the pants" to people who have seen me in certain pants.