More photos

More stuff from my ears, which are pretty hard and fast now. Not too cauliflowery, but you can feel the hardness.

Jason, altogether too excited to be draining my ears:

The Sam-e-splint on my ears to keep them from filling up with fluid again. They haven't. Woo-hoo! Of course, I look like a gremlin here, and I didn't sleep well a couple nights because of the clamps, but it's a small price to pay to keep from eventually looking like a two-handled jug.

Me, Dean Lister, and Crystina. Crystina told me that after I left Dean's academy, one of the instructors apparently told everyone I'm a black belt. The black belt named Felicia, to be exact. Obviously it's a case of mistaken identity; as Felicia said, they must think my relatives are from the really really western part of China. And that my bones are hollow to have made it into the flyweight category.