the new books said he wasn't such a great man after all

Oo, er. My book appears to be out this month. You know, the book the writing and editing of which I've whinged obsessively about for the last several years, and the publication of which will infallibly catapult me to the heights of academic acclaim? (not). Just for nostalgia's sake, have a bunny, because of course I owe it all to the bunny:



I have about a jazillion things to do today, including checking board schedules, retch hurl, so the description of my weekend in Elgin attending weddings will have to wait. In the meantime, have some random linkery to go with the bunny, namely Animal Review's take on snails. I'm particularly tickled by the characterisation of Evolution - "a manic-depressive genius and famously difficult to work with on anything". Word. Explains, among other things, the platypus, also likely to have been dreamed up while Evolution was off its meds.