My Mac is in the shop so I created this stix using the antediluvian PC of the woman I am (once again) housesitting for. That meant flailing around for about an hour and a half in Paint, just to create this single panel. Is there nothing I will not do to fulfil my promise to you, the reading public, of a new comic every Monday and Thursday?
I have been thinking: I know I've made noises about it before, but I really do need to contact Walter Freeman's kids and talk to them about stuff if I'm to be taken seriously as a lobotomy historian. I at least have to try. But I have no idea how to go about it. I'm lucky in that Walter J. Freeman III (aka "Doctor Three") is already something of a public figure, for some value of "public" indicating that he is known to other neuroscientists, so I won't feel like quite so much of a stalker contacting him -- he's got a whole website devoted to the lab named after him, so it's not like he's shy. But what does one say? What on Earth does one say?
There are quite a few of you these days, reading this: some of you must have some experience that would be applicable to the situation of contacting an elderly neuroscientist to ask him intimate questions about his weird father. Advise me!