My bed-time reading last night was 'The Voyage of the Dawn Treader'. I haven't read this in a while - probably since I was 13 or so. You can thus imagine my horror when I discovered that what had previously seemed to me a vaguely amusing chapter about people called the Dufflepuds could also be read as a hideously heavy-handed and patronizing defense of colonialism, particularly traumatic in its suggestion that the dim-witted 'natives' had a long way to go before they could deal with Aslan. Le sigh. I know the Narnia books were written 50+ years ago, but it's still sad when they show their age so blatantly.
Also, Murphy's laws of experimental science,
#237: Whatever type of cable you actually need will be the one type of cable not in the vast collection in the corner of the lab.
#238: There will be an inexplicable bounty of whatever type of cable you _last_ wanted, but have now made from scratch.
Also, Murphy's laws of experimental science,
#237: Whatever type of cable you actually need will be the one type of cable not in the vast collection in the corner of the lab.
#238: There will be an inexplicable bounty of whatever type of cable you _last_ wanted, but have now made from scratch.