Raquel! I don't think I even got to congratulate you on your new mommy-hood. How are you adjusting to each other? I love the "Mal" nickname!

Night, PMM. For both of you.

Oh, and the reason I poked head in this thread in the first place: according to the Buffista Calendar today is Vortex's birthday. Happy birthday, Vortex! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

Also, it was the date of the first F2F, in 2002. Can you believe that it's been three years already?

OK, so I didn't just poke my head, I actually skimmed, and cereal:

Someone will be paying me to teach krav. Not assist krav, teach krav.

Yay you! I'm so very happy for you, and you've so earned it, and it's completely their gain.

Oh, and yesterday, I can't remember the circumstances now, but for some reason or other people here (face-space here) talked about kicking, and I started to explain how it should be done, not with the foot, just like you explained to me when I took the class you assisted in. I remembered it, all those months after the fact. I also remember I couldn't do it to anybody nice, so only theoretically speaking, but still. It must be a really good teacher, to make my sieve keep data for so long.

But I am too much of a wimp.

Rio, you're probably long gone by now, but I can't stretch enough how much fun I had in ita's class. It obviously had some to do with Plogara taking the class with me (Perkins was wonderful, being there with me, as well), but I had a blast. And that was the one thing nobody who knows me in face space believed me that I had done in the USA. Even after I showed them the pictures. I mean, I could say "I met one of the executive producers of 'Firefly' in person!" and they would go "Oh, OK, cool, whatever, that's Hollywood for you". But saying I went to a krav maga class just floored every single person who heard it. That's how much of a wimp I am. And still.

Happy Birthday Vortex!

...and I'm off to nap and such.

But saying I went to a krav maga class just floored every single person who heard it. That's how much of a wimp I am. And still.

Plei, if you can possibly stand it another few weeks, you might want to wait on the color. Your hormones are still settling. I know because you're nursing, they're going to be different anyhow, but they'll be constant, I think, as long as you nurse. But Lily is just over a month, right? I'd wait until after my six week check up, if it was my hair, and see what's up with you then.

Oh shoot. I have to get the boys to school.

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That Michelle said Jack did everything right (when she was talking to Tony about Jack/Audrey imploding), was, for me, the proof that either she or Tony was a goner. When Tony wanted to walk away from it all, with her, I said, "Bye Tony."

Meep. Darn boot.

Researchers in Singapore develop a system for remotely petting chickens over the internet.

You walk into your office, where a hollow, chicken-shaped doll sits on a mechanical positioning table close to your computer.

The doll whirs to life as soon as you switch on the system, duplicating the motion of a real chicken in the backyard whose movements are being captured by a webcam.

Fondling the doll translates into touching the real fowl.

Touch sensors attached to the doll convey tactile information to a nearby PC through radio signals. The data is sent over the internet to a remote computer near the chicken; the remote computer triggers tiny vibration motors in a lightweight haptic jacket worn by the fowl.

The chicken feels your touch in the exact same place where the replica was stroked.

"This is the first human-poultry interaction system ever developed," said professor Adrian David Cheok, the leader of the team, who has been developing the technology for nearly two years.

No, not from The Onion.

You know, if I were to pet an animal, it would not be a chicken.

I guess the cats organized a rebellion against the very idea of little cat-jackets. Also, I can't imagine it would be fun to be in your office and suddenly have a small hollow model of a cat suddenly jump onto your head.

Don't knock chicken therapy.

Last night, cows in tutus. This afternoon, chicken therapy. What animal and in what strange situation will appear in Natter next?

I guess the cats organized a rebellion against the very idea of little cat-jackets.

I suspect you'd quickly be bitten by the fauxcat.

Last night, cows in tutus. This afternoon, chicken therapy. What animal and in what strange situation will appear in Natter next?

You called?