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From the blogosphere
An archive of the "From the Blogosphere" column on the Authors page in Nature, highlighting nature.com blog posts of interest to scientists in their role as authors and peer-reviewers. We welcome comments and suggestions.
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- Wednesday, 11 Jun e 2008 - 10:21 UTC
Last updated: Wednesday, 11 Jun 2008 - 10:21 UTC
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You’re going for a 100-comment post with this, aren’t you?
Yeah, just when I have got this technorati thing to work, which I can’t owing to not being able to spell girrafe. The crowds are waiting…
Latest update, I got the claim process to work but Technorati itself has crashed. Ho hum.
I think Technorati is powered by hamsters running around in their wheels. They should switch to girrafes pedalling their unicycles instead.
Yes indeed. I have lost count of how many times it has crashed today. But I have succeeded now. Only to discover that I cannot delete the test post, as Technorati told me I could. Oh well.
Meanwhile, the 6GPP advanced prototype of the EcoMo™ is whizzing across the lawn as fast as a buttered ferret up a Teflon™ trouserleg.
So next time anyone feels like moaning about Nature Network, we should either send them to Technorati or dispatch them to eat grass while being chased by a Rubella-infected guinea-pig in Henry’s garden?
The guinea-pigs are in the peak of health, thank you, Maxine, and our lawn looks fantastic. But if you keep going on about the Rubella Incident I’ll have to spill some company confidential information. Or you will. Ladies first.
Those of us not privy to the deepest secrets of the Nature Editorial offices are agog. If neither of you tell, we’ll have to ply you with drinks until we get answers.
Please direct all inquiries to Maxine. In the company hierarchy, she is to me as an angel is to an archaeon.
Rather boring, as most company secrets probably are, Bob — we had a bit of a Rubella scare incident the other day, but in the end it turned out not to be Rubella. That sounds extremely uninteresting, the way I have written it, and not worth any drinks at all: I lack Henry’s way with words.
It was actually much
scarierfunnier than Maxine implies, but my lips are, eldritch and uncharacteristic as it might seem, sealed.