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Premotor cortex
Suprachiasmatic nucleus
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A Sabbatical Log
27 Feb ~ 25 Apr, 2010
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2010
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Apr
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- 58 - The Blog Stops Here
- 57 - Tequilacon, Not
- 56 - Testicle Chop Boy and the Cone of Shame
- 55 - I Can't Drive Fifty Five
- 54 - The Divine Design of the Canine
- 53 - Weep Wowp Woop
- 52 - Furr Your Review
- 51 - Silent Sunday #2 (with notes)
- 50 - Preparation, Anticipation, Celebration
- 49 - In Which I Am The Rake
- 48 - Vacation's Over, Next?
- 47 - Nap time
- 46 - Disaster Tourism
- 45 - Walkabout Gumbo
- 44 - Big Easy Sunday
- 43 - Fruit Fly Fag Hag
- 42 - New Orleans Crash
- 41 - Random Train Trip Notes
- 40 - Interlude
- 39 - Walking in L.A.
- 38 - Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot
- 37 - Scavengers
- 36 - He Calls Me Uncle Don
- 35 - Buddha Can You Spare A Dime
- 34 - And Now, A Peek Inside My Brain
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Apr
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why, now, that's funny. I imagined it a lot smushier.
ReplyDeleteoops. That last picture there . . . I think I see a loose wire.
ReplyDeleteMost definitely, but the doctors are more concerned about the lichen and the cobwebs.
ReplyDeletelooks like you might be low on oil too.... little WD40 perhaps? or is it too late for that?
ReplyDeleteWD40 would also have a nice cleansing effect. Highly recommended. Shot up each nostril, mebbe?
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