T- minus...

Cannot talk long. I am leaving soon to join my compatriots on the trip to Singapore. We go to the airport together. The Mothers went crazy trying to decide where to meet up, what to wear and how to make the kids stand out without attracting terrorists. We meet oppoite Willingdon, the 8th meeting place decided for the last and final time.

The Mothers have packed 70kgs of kitsch with which to bribe the judges. And everyone has a green ribbon tied to their bags. Ask not why. I must leave now.

Off we go, into the wild blue yonder, flying into the Sunburst......

Bear with me

Unsurprisingly, I've got a lot of work pending. While I am planning to write posts about all that occurred during the void between the previous post and the one before that, my organizational skills, shaky at their best, will not be in tip top shape, so the things I write about may not necessarily be in chronological or semilogical order. I'll try to furnish dates whereever possible, and any incoherence which will occur is sincerely apologised for by my humble self.

Also, I will not be writing anything about the blasts until I am finished with the other stuff I intend to write, so please do not take offence if that special post does not arrive until tomorrow.

And please do not make fun of the fact that I am writing this as if I actually have an audience to appease. My mental health is questionable at the moment.

Centrifugal Goldfinger

I've not posted for a long time, so before I get started with bigger posts with long-winded and lengthy descriptions, I thought I'd post a delicious little link first, to start myself up.

I found this beauty on xkcd. I was just pressing the random button, and Centrifugal Force came up. I find it absolutely delightful because

a) it shows a possibility of a new, more interesting way of applying science

b) the James Bond theme along with the ending which-let me say for the record- I never saw coming because I was caught up in the coordinate substitution....

Well, see for yourself