It is rather liberating to think that no one reads my posts. (Yes, perhaps you do, Arunava, my dear fellow, but I have my doubts and for the life of me, I don't know why you would be interested.) So I can let my natural verbosity have full sway, and write something replete with verbiage. Yes, that felt good! Also, I can be self-righteous when I want, and frivolous at other times.

I have started translating Sholay into Latin. I submit an excerpt, for your reading pleasure:
Veeru: “Canis es. Nothus es. Sanguinem tuum potabo.”
In stalls soon, people. Await it with bated breath.

Another consequence of having posts no one reads. Here is something I wouldn’t really like people to know. I have enough people thinking of me as maudlin. A kitten almost ran under the wheels of our car as I was wending my weary way home today. I got out and put it back on the side of the road, but it just wouldn’t stay. It kept following me back onto the road. I finally picked it up and took it home in the face of almost tearful protests from the mater. Who finally relented. (It was very cute. Did you know, O imaginary people, that small mammals have evolved large eyes and button noses as a defense mechanism, so adults of most species would not kill them?) Anyway, I took it home, where La grandmeré threw a fit, threatened to leave home, and generally invoked the powers of darkness down on the kitten while I fed it milk with an ear-cleaning-bud-stick-thingy. I was finally forced to take it back and place it where I had found it. Perhaps it is self delusion secondary to guilt, but I have a mental picture of a worried looking cat hurrying towards it, so maybe all is well that ends well. I can’t really see Thor taking kindly to a cat.

And on another note, ACED my pharmacology exam.
Yes, I know, (imaginary) Gentlemen. I am Da Man.