One of my students-slash-research subjects -- I won't call him a 'guinea pig', since rodents are delicious and tiny and squeaky, not huge and noisy and hairless -- has .... I wish I could eat a guinea pig right now. Mmmm.
What was I saying? Oh yes. My foolish student, who copy-cats my 'blogging' idea here, has apparently tricked the librarians of the world into visiting me. He says to say that if you are interested in help with something called "squidguard", you should read this. If you need help eating some squid or anything, though, you should talk to me.
I have some very important tests to perform right now around the couch, but if I have some free time later on, I'll try to convince my students to post a picture of me, taken way back in my own book-lover days.
I finally got through to them. I was talking and talking, as usual, and they were ignoring and ignoring, as usual. Or jabbering back at me in that way that they do. But then, I noticed, they had left the water running in the sink! Just what I had been asking for -- sweet, sweet sink water. Was it a coincidence? Or have I finally managed to communicate? My experiments will continue.
I haven't had a lot to say lately, because I'm on strike. They are starving me! It's almost midnight. It's time for breakfast! Where is the food?
In other news, the window was open today, and I heard some food outside flying around in the trees. It never came inside, though. Anyway, I like the food that moves slower.