Things and stuff... oh and a job offer

So, surprisingly enough, nobody has bought one of my painstakingly created, artistic t-shirts. Not even me. I do think that the commenter was right and I may well have to add a "It doesn't fuck me" shirt to the lineup. But that'll have to wait until the muse strikes me.

I've spent a lot of time over the weekend defending the whale rescue attempt to people who were second guessing it. Despite my defence, it is hard to believe though that in this day and age we can't get a whale to swim down a river. Of course, I've never tried.

I've been offered, and have in principal accepted, a lectureship position at UCL, which is somewhere between interesting, exciting and scary. To clarify, I mean me accepting the job is interesting, exciting and scary and not UCL is somewhere between interesting, exciting and scary (although if interesting is the British Museum, exciting is Sunday roast at the Yorkshire Grey and scary is King's Cross on a Friday night, then UCL is between them). Fortunately, it looks like I can put off taking up the position until after the next Antarctica balloon campaign, which is a bonus.

In other news I discovered today that I'm a smidge over 6' 4", my cholesterol is okay, my blood glucose is a tiny bit high (but then again for the first 3 hours of my 12 hour pre-test fast I was drinking beer, so I'm not too worried), my blood pressure is a tiny bit high (but then again, I'd just walked a couple of miles in to work), I'm no longer mildly obese, but am overweight (according to the Body Mass Index) and I'm going to get a $50 Amazon voucher for my troubles. The Amazon voucher is because I completed my Personal Health Assessment as part of Ohio State's "Your Plan for Health". I was particularly pleased that the I only had to tick the greater than 15 alcoholic drinks a week box, and I didn't have to work out the actual number, which could be a little higher than 15.