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Those are some bold santas. Whatever will Mrs. Claus think?

My BH and I are among those who consume Polar flavored seltzers by the gallon-- including the cranberry lime, though we like the pomegranate better. Neither one of us drinks sugary sodas, and he won't drink Diet Coke.

And that hand? Gross. Ickily, majestically gross.


The science vid is absolutely amazing. Thanks so much for sharing! :)


I am on the edge of my chair waiting to see what happens.


Fascinating. If you come across any home-grow vertebrae kits, do let me know...I'm in the market.

On an unrelated note (and in case you didn't see the blog entry where I said it), your chocolate suffragist is in the works. Give me a week or two.


Sorry, folks, I got a little busy offline.

BLC -- I am not sure exactly what those Santas are up to. I am not schooled in the nuances of water-inflatable Santa clone body language, I'm afraid. They do seem to be in a different position every time I look at them. (Maybe I should stop moving the bottle.)

Also, I am no fan of the sugary soda, either, seriously, though my favorites are all just juice and bubbly water (the Switch, for example, and Izze). I'd really rather have no sugar in my beverages, though, so I used to drink a lot of Crystal Geyser's flavored sparkling waters on the other coast, and I expected this to be much the same. This stuff, though, had the most ghastly medicinal flavor, not refreshing at all. I was truly shocked.

Do you think I got a bad batch?

Jana -- I'm so glad you saw that. Give 'em ten or twenty years, maybe another war or two to push the technology along, and maybe you and I will be growing new, strong, cancer-free legs for real. Of course, as not-rich and not-military people, it might never be available to us if the current healthcare system continues. Still, these are some fascinating technologies in a truly stunning area of medicine I didn't even know existed until last week, and just go to support one of my core beliefs, that none of us knows what's going to happen next so we might as well stick around and see.

Alphabitch -- don't fall off! I think the next phase of our project is going to progress rather slowly.

Amorette -- I haven't seen a water-expandable spinal anything yet, but I know where you can get a full range of spinal components in hard plastic! Thanks to Mrs. Kennedy at (and also Jeanne at The Assertive Cancer Patient who published the link when I forwarded it to everyone I knew after seeing it at Fussy), we can all visit and find every part we could ever want -- pre-dissected and everything! I mean, if pre-dissected is what you want.

There's a very nice complete set of vertebrae here:

Budget Vertebral Column With Stand

I am looking forward to seeing your chocolate suffragist. Which one did you pick?


A generic one, for now. I'm fairly confident. Do you have a particular one in mind?


Originally, I was thinking of a set, like a set of chocolate reindeer or a set of chocolate Maccabees. But I do like the idea of generic. I don't remember the chocolate Maccabees of my youth being individually named -- e.g., Judah, Mattathias, Simon, etc. At least, their individual names were not printed on their colored foil wrappers. They were just chocolate Maccabees. They were chocolate ideal Jews.

Yours can be a single chocolate ideal heroic female. Why the heck not?

Michelle | Bleeding Espresso

"I am further informed by the owner that a favorite pastime of The Hand's transporters to these venues has been to ask concert security whether it 'could use a hand...because there's one strapped to the roof of the car.'


Hope the Santas are "ready" for the 25th! If so, double the toys for you!


LOL...well, I'll see what I can do.

I special-ordered a couple of molds. It'll be about 30% molds, 68% improvisation and 2% trying not to melt it in my hands as I'm working with it.

You would not BELIEVE the kinds of chocolate molds that can be had. They seriously have bonbon molds shaped like female genitalia!


Sognatrice -- Yeah, I'm not even sure what "ready" would be. The Hand at the West Concord 5 & 10 has been suspended in that bottle for a very, very long time. I don't know how long it took to get to its current state. I don't know if the Santas even can get to that state (or if I want them to), not to mention how many Christmases would have to pass before it happened.

Amorette -- I do believe it. I have seen a great deal of this sort of thing. However, you do know that this level of specificity was not what I had envisioned for the chocolate suffragist(s), right? Again, I don't want to hinder your muse, but I was thinking they would be depicted clothed. Still, if you have a different vision, or if you want to emulate Rodin sculpting Balzac and start with the naked only to end with the fully, deeply cloaked -- or petticoated -- I can only respect your choice. ;)

sugared harpy

That leg and hand are skeeving me out. ICK! I can't take it! I'm trying! But I CAN'T!


Quick! Focus on the Santa clones! ;)

Amorette, that level of specificity. I was just amazed to see a whole mold of 'em, in neat little rows. Imagining the context.


I'm confused because I thought I posted a long post about how you seemed to have gone deep into Victorian territory of the artist/scientist who conducts experiments where one isn't exactly sure anymore who is in change - ala Dr. Nikola - the experiments MUST continue! (do you find yourself saying this, I think it is Step 9 on the 12 steps to being a Mad Scientist). Do you now have a room with all those creepy jars with unrecognizable things in them that you must have, must be able to fondle and pet and pick up the jars (like the HAND!)

Well, at least you are!


hee hee -- Elizabeth, you aren't going crazy; you did write a little of this in your last e-mail to me.

But yes, I do have a certain affinity for exactly that kind of person, though you won't catch me wearing a corset or petticoats. I'd be more likely to execute that vision à la George Sand, in trousers.

I think I feel such affinity for those people because of my mother. She had Victorian sensibilities about a lot of things, but also she was a great collector. She had shelves and cabinets filled with fossils, shells, and mineral specimens and also miniatures and dolls and doll parts. There was one cubby hole filled just with china doll heads, another with those molded and painted china dolls which have no legs because they are supposed to go on top of pincushions shaped like full, long skirts. Somewhere, either on her desk or in her sewing area, was a carved wooden hand which she had embellished with paint and glue-on jewels.

She also had dollhouses on tables and little groupings at the edges of our floors of those old German and French dolls that were made of bisque and leather and just about the size of a small child. They had wigs made of mohair and also human hair, long eyelashes made of the same stuff fringing enormous glass eyes that closed if the dolls were tilted, and little rose-lipped mouths, smiling but open a little to show tiny white teeth.

It was not uncommon for us to have a birthday party where some child would leave screaming because of those dolls.

Meanwhile, if you told my mother our house was "just like a museum" or that she ought to open an antique shop, she would get quite insulted.


One of the best parts of having a blog is sharing your science experiments. Ted just brought my laptop to the hospital yesterday, so I'm catching up with experiments and adventures of all kinds.

Happy holidays to you, Sara!



I'm so happy to hear from you, but so bummed to hear you're back in the hospital, especially this close to Christmas. I'll write to you separately over the weekend, but meanwhile please know that I've been thinking of you and hoping real hard that things will turn out well.

Massive, suffocating hugs to both you and Ted.

Ron Sullivan

Collecting stuff like that is very Victorian. I find myself drifting more and more toward doing the whole flat up in Wunderkabinett style as I get older, myself. I bet I just misspelled that. My only problem is keeping the damned stuff dusted.

My recent visit to the Body Worlds show is very much informing my appreciation of The Hand and The Leg. The Santas, I dunno. That's just weird.


Ron, one thing I can assure you of: I will never correct your German spelling. Never. :)

Also -- and I hope this doesn't disappoint anyone -- it is extremely unlikely that I will dissect either the test subject severed leg or either of the Santa clones, nope, not even for science.

Heck, not even for art.


the seltzer is WAY better with a tiny bit of cranberry juice and a lemon wedge! or even just the lemon!

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