So I was sitting here today reading my physics textbook and studying CT scanning when there was a huge crash from the kitchen. I have no pets (only pet projects) and I was alone in the house at the time.

So I went to investigate, of course.

What I found was that my butter had been murdered. Items perched securely (or so I thought) on top of my refridgerator had slipped off and fallen on a pan I had stored nearby which tipped over and pushed my covered (plastic) butter dish off the counter head-first. CSI has nothing on me. All I'm missing now is the motive. Why would the parchment paper want the butter dead?

Perhaps because lately I've been greasing my baking pans instead of lining them with parchment paper. Hmmm.....

Of course, I truly blame it all on the coefficient of friction. But that's another story.

Books: I made a pretty map last night. I'm thinking I'll have it made into an even prettier map (by someone with illustrating talent) and then into an awesome, cool 3D fly-through flash thing. Somehow this all seems like more fun that writing another draft of this chapter.