I'm Off to the Galapagos Islands!

Well, here it is.

I always feel that a planned trip becomes real for me when I have to wet my hand and rub it all over by day pack to get rid of all the long black fur from my cat Twyla, who loves my day pack.

Paul Kurtz e-mailed us to say that, due to his heart surgery in March, he cannot make the trip. That's not a surprise, but it is too bad. Richard Dawkins is still coming, of course.

On this trip, as on every trip, I'm taking too many books. I'm taking the requisite Origin of Species, of course, and Galapagos, A Natural History, as well as How Brains Make Up Their Minds by Walter J. Freeman, so that I can finally answer Crandaddy's questions, and The Extended Phenotype, by Dawkins. I'll finally get to finish it.

Oh, and I received two A's this semester! Woot! I was sweating it, because getting an A and a B last time put me right at the edge of the requirement.

I don't expect to be able to blog and check e-mail while down there so be good, all of you. Good like me, that is!

Whatever that means!

Bwahahahaha! I Am "Good!"

How evil are you?

So you're all gonna do what I say from now on! ;-)

News Flash! I Joke, So Laugh

UPDATED: Looks like curmudgeon didn't show, but that curmudgeon grandaddy John A. Davison hasn't changed a bit - he now insists that PZ keeps taking down the Molly Award thread to hide all the disemvowling - but he's also announced that he has been interviewed by Jason Rennie of the Sci Phi Show. (I erroneously reported that this interview would air in March. Well, that's what JAD told me.) Now, that was sweet of him. Yeah, what a guy. Kyxxyx, JAD!
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I get a lot of flack for being an outspoken woman and that includes insults. I turn the insults into jokes. Apparently I must explain this to some people.

"Proud Darwinian Dawkobot" is a joke. It was an insult directed at a group of people at Pharyngula (practically everyone, actually), so I appropriated it. Okay?

Likewise, "Female Triumvirate of Evolution Experts" was an insult thrown directly at me by John A. Davison. The rest of it had to do with the Isle of Lesbos (because I must be a lesbian, you know - either that, or I'm a man's sock puppet - thanks people, you really know how to compliment a woman) and a reference to "gay abandon." So okay, I took the "gay abandon" to heart, and fuck the rest. Everyone knows I'm not an evolution expert. (And I left out the part in which John mentions me "bleeding to death" because that's creepy.)

Okay? So if some aging grouch visits in order to rip me (another) new one, I hope that person will pause and let a laugh rip instead, or at least chalk me up to being a lunatic, and move on.

Call it exaptation, or just a plain old coping mechanism.

UPDATED: Well, now I've added a hunting metaphor to my image. Great way to celebrate my femininity! They'll never question me again. (I can't help it! I love the heat of battle! And this has got to be the weirdest troll-chase ever.)