Archive for January 3rd, 2007

Biology at Chez Tumor

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007

Wikipedia says:

Relaxin interacts with the relaxin receptor LGR7 and 8 which belong to the G-protein-coupled receptor superfamily. They contain a heptahelical transmembrane domain and a large glycosylated ectodomain, distantly related to the receptors for the glycoproteohormones, such as the LH-receptor or FSH-receptor. Relaxin receptors have been found in the heart, smooth muscle, the connective tissue, and central and autonomous nervous system.

Ah, pregnancy…

Hi, lets talk about cars some more (or, third times the charm?)

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007

So, I’ve been pondering the car situation in my head.  I’m not as excited about getting one as I was in those early December days of yore, but I still believe that its the prudent course of action.

Now, my ramblings about getting a muscle car have subsided.  The thing that really did it for me was Stormare Mackee’s mentioning of poor sight lines, which is something you never hear about in car reviews, but something that really blows a deal.

So, today I hooked myself up with a subscription to Consumer Reports, and then discovered you have to pay MORE money to get the used car guide, which I then got, which resulted in vague feelings of being used, cheap and tawdry feelings that I had to drink away, and then I looked up cars.

I think I like the Mazda3.

Now, hear me out.  I know, I know “AT, get the 6 if you get one”.

Bollocks.

It doesn’t look as cool.  The thing I like about the 3 is that it has 27 MPG as tested, over the Accords or 6’s 23.  Crash tests weren’t quite as good as the other two, but were still acceptable.  Reliability was ranked highly.
I can get an 06, with low miles, for under 16 grand, which I like.  And not just the vanilla one, we’re talking spoiler and sunroof, baby.

And the steering wheel looks bitchin, which is important, as thats what I spend most of my time looking at.

So, Tumorites, do your worst.  Does the car suck?

For 2007:

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007

I have found my first goal:

Send Pat Robertson messages.

We have the technology.

If all works right, he’ll be wearing a diaper and banging pots in the middle of Times Square by Labor Day.