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Happy Birthday, Dad!

From one Richard Jones to another, Happy Birthday.

It’s an important day for me to celebrate, because without him getting borned, I sure wouldn’t be here at the keyboard blathering away at you dudes.

I’ve said it before and probably will again, but it is something that bears repeating: My dad is a good dude.*

He’s generous to a fault, with his time, his money and his experience.

He’s the only person I know who can whip my butt in trivia, no matter how annoying that happens to be. And it is very annoying.

Dad’s example drove me to try and get better, even if it was only so I could beat him in a game of H.O.R.S.E. or one-on-one basketball.

I’m not saying he’s perfect. Not by a long shot.

However, his good points far outweigh his bad.

A world-class orthopedic surgeon, Dad’s since retired and closed his practice, but he’s still spending his time giving folks their lives back. In addition to traveling the world to teach other doctors how to do procedures, he also takes time to fly to poor nations and work with other similarly-minded physicians to provide surgical interventions to people who otherwise would never see the inside of an operating theater and who might never be able to walk without them.

So, while I’m wishing him a happy birthday, I also wanted to thank my dad for all the good things he’s done, the good things he’s doing now and all the good he’ll do in the future.

Footnotes & Errata

* Even if he does seem to harbor some resentment for a certain wooden railing at the St. Augustin Alligator Farm and a particular laughing red macaw.

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I Am Outta Here. . . For Now

Taking a little time to myself, dudes.

While Hyper Lad and my wife, known to me as She Who Must Be Reaching For The Phone Even Now, are left to fend for themselves, I’m off to the land of the sunshine and alligator. With no one to actually make the meals they so very much enjoy complaining about while they’re eating them, the two of them are going to have to do a bit more ordering out than usual.

I’ll be in Florida with some dudes I’ve known since grade school back in Texas. We’re hitting the beach and then hitting the stadium to watch the Gators devour some Razorbacks.

Since I’m going to be there, I can’t very well be here.

Sorry. Bilocation still isn’t one of my many talents. No matter how much I’ve tried.

I guess I’m not a saint after all.

I’ll be back on Tuesday, which means that from now until then, you’re going to be seeing some low-content mode entertainment around here.


I know I will.

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Snake Oil

by Richard

There’s some jobs people really shouldn’t have to do. And, dudes? Every one of them is one I would not want to be involved in. Heck, most of them I don’t even want to know about.

This one, however, while exceedingly gross, is actually pretty interesting. But first, a little background.

There’s folks around who love snakes. I’m one of them. The thing is, though, I don’t love them enough to want to keep one as a pet. There are people who do. And, among those dudes, there’s people who are so irresponsible and — basically — idiotic enough that they buy a snake, knowing it’s going to grow to a huge size and do it anyway. Then, when — surprise! — the snake grows to a huge size, they just toss it outside somewhere in the wild, leave and never look back.

That sort of thing’s happening in the Florida Everglades. Thanks to idiotic pet owners, the ‘Glades are suffering through an invasion of giant snakes. Burmese pythons, to be exact.

The snakes, first reported in the (Everglades) park in 1979, are likely descended from released or escaped exotic pets. Their current population is in the thousands, and they are proliferating rapidly. “The first way to prove the danger they’re causing to the environment is to figure out what they’re eating and how much of it they’re eating,” said Carla Dove, head of the National Museum of Natural History’s Feather Identification Lab.

That snake/penis metaphor? Not so sexy now.
Burmese pythons mating

So, with that in mind, she began having the stomach contents of captured Burmese pythons shipped to her from the Everglades National Park. Yeah, that’s right, she gets the enviable task of rooting through semi-digested, sloppy, goopy remains of birds eaten by Burmese pythons shipped to her so she can identify the bird species.

Identifying any birds in such samples is messy, time-consuming work—a task Dove embraces with gusto. “My job is not so glamorous,” she says, picking up a brown glob in a plastic sandwich bag. She washes it in warm water, then dries it with compressed air: “Feathers are made of keratin, like your hair, so they are very durable and easy to clean and dry.” She examines them under a microscope, looking for fine variations in color, size or microstructure that tell her which taxonomic group a given bird belongs to.

Dove then takes the sample into the museum’s collection of 620,000 specimens from more than 8,000 species of birds and looks for a match; it can take anywhere from a few hours to a few days. “This is the way we’ve been doing it for 50 years,” she says. “We have DNA now, but DNA is not going to help us in this case”—the python’s digestive system has destroyed or contaminated the genetic material—“so you really have to rely on those basic skills of identifying things based on your experience and your knowledge.”

In the past year, Dove has identified more than 25 different species of birds taken from the stomach contents of approximately 85 of the Burmese pythons infesting the Everglades. Even better, the snakes — as they grow larger — start noshing on things other than birds, including alligators and deer. Yeah, you read that right, dudes. These Burmese pythons can get seriously big — up to 23 feet in length, weighing in at 200 pounds with a girth the size around as a telephone pole. These suckers can get huge!

For now, Dove said she envisions a three-step strategy for ridding the ‘Glades of these monster reptiles: education (making sure idiots don’t do idiot things), prevention (keeping new snakes out of the ‘Glades), and suppression (killing any exotic snakes found in the park).

That’s something for others to work on, though. Dove gets to stick to wading through the goopy garbage and identifying bird and other animal species under attack.

And that, dudes, is a job I’m more than willing to let her handle.

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