The Lost-and-Found Rabbit Hole

Physicists have got it wrong; it's not worm holes that will take us from one corner of the universe to another, it's rabbit holes.

I've worked up yet more of my website--now you can read this comic sequentially, without any intervening blather. Only a few hundred more things to do and it will be finished!

I'm eating one of these PC Choice chocolate almond bars right now, by the way. Not the whole thing, of course--nobody would be silly enough to do that. heh heh heh. Anyway, it's good. And they're not even paying me to say it--in fact, I had to pay for the chocolate bar, and it's not cheap.
Jean-Paul Sartre would call it names--he'd write in his blog, mynausea.com, that it was merely a thing in itself, not even smart enough to get nauseous over the mere fact of the existence of things.

Here's a collection of articles on how to make a toy WWI tank, by A Toy Making Dad. I think this is a good idea.

And here's a big WWI gun in action. If you decide to build one of these things, please don't go duck hunting with it.

Time to fly south, to Buffalo.

Beware of the Questing Haggis!

Scottish people have been risking life and limb for centuries to protect all humanity from the ravages of the predatory haggis. They accomplish this by performing the hazardous ritual known as 'Eat Your Haggis!'
Here are two recipes for haggis, in case you want to try your hand at saving all humanity.

This site offers recipes and pictures of an actual haggis, including one showing a properly chastised haggis being led into the ritual Chamber of the Eating of the Haggis by a piper in full regalia, and armed to the teeth with a splendid bagpipe.
The author suggests serving haggis hot with "champit tatties and bashit neeps."

I'll wager you didn't know that champit tatties and bashit neeps were a secret Scottish code for  mashed/creamed potato and turnip/swede! I'm very impressed with these terms, and can't wait to introduce them into a conversation. I might, for instance, while discussing Jean-Paul Sartre's views on Louis L'Amour's Western novels, mention his failure to include champit tatties and bashit neeps in his biography of Flaubert.

Here is a picture of some bags of chocolate sheep. These are solid chocolate, not the wimpy, hollow kind that break up into little fragments, none of which are thick enough and dense enough to grow hair on your chest.
Actually, some people might not want to grow hair on their chests, but I believe you can select different options, using the handy checkboxes on the packaging.

Happy birthday to anyone who wants a birthday today.

Gadzooks!