Minus bones you're just a blob, being framework's their main job

My visit to bunny_hugger last week began with driving up to my sister-in-law, to see her and her daughter. My brother was at work.

( My day had three segments, really: the part with my niece, the part on the plane, and the part with BunnyHugger. Two of these were particularly interesting. )

It was a warm night, and a muggy one, but that meant the air had that wonderful quality that gives dimension to points of light, and makes the twilight and even the darkness this more tangible object. Beautiful.

Trivia: In early 1898 Montgomery Ward had two electric horseless carriages made, for $3000 each, as advertising novelties to be sent to towns too small to have locally owned horseless carriages. Source: 1898: The Birth Of The American Century, David Traxel.

Currently Reading: Cosmic Engineers, Clifford D Simak. OK, I'm kind of relieved to learn this was originally published 1939, but it's still so un-Simak. This is a tale of space-operatic daring-do with a female woman scientist of gender who spent a thousand years thinking while in suspended animation and super-alien primogenitors of life on Earth searching the Galaxy for aid to wipe out The Evil Aliens What Must Be Genocided Because They Do Evil Stuff No We Swear and then go on to blow up seven-eights of a universe in order to save the remaining one-eighth (admittedly, the uninhabitable seven-eighths, and it's to give the surviving fragment a home in ours that I assume wasn't previously inhabited, although I don't know that they checked). Given that Simak is normally the kind of writer who (as james_nicoll perfectly observed) would end Alien with Ripley and one of the Gigeroids sitting on the west-facing porch sipping lemonade and talking about their grandkids are so much the same, look at how they play, this is like reading Simak's Evil Earth-3 analogue.