The 21st century way of death

It's the oxygen that kills you in the end, it muddles your mitochondria.

Now I wanna put 'Do Not Resuscitate' on my t-shirt.

Ganked from mckitterick, with thanks.

A continent of shelving

My dining-room is now full of giant Meccano - or in other words, I have inherited the Lit & Phil's redundant metal shelving. There's an awful lot of it. Pick-up trucks are the business, but they don't actually do the picking up, y'know? My arms feel like boiled spaghetti, and I can barely manage to type.

Once I stop being daunted, I'll start trying to figure out how it all goes together to create horizontal shelves in vertical units, that you can actually put books on. I'm told that there are at least three different varieties of unit here, all muddled together; there seems at rough glance to be about 500 linear feet of shelving. Eek.

*is daunted*