A Grillion, M'Lud

After a wildly strong espresso I need an alligator to wrestle. Instead I am going to fill in my scorecard.

1. Right wrist - doesn't rotate. Minus 1 billion points.
2. Celebrex - really does work on my fingers. Each tablet is in the form of a football-sized pill of self-denial. Plus 500 million points.
3. My points scale seems similar to pricing an expensive Ferrari in Lire. Cool. Neutral score.
4. Within a year we'll be able to combine electromagnetic cavity simulations, DEM simulations of treated ore particles and fundamental flotation models to predict flowsheet behaviour of microwave treatment from a priori mineralogy. Plus 2 Grillion points. You need to know about the Krikkit Wars to understand how many points this is.
5. Doing the 2 finger problem up the system wall. This is the biggest achievement of my life. This week. I think it's entirely reasonable to get Plus 1 Grillion points.
6. Failing to do a single one of Phlip's or Allan's problems at the wall. Actually it's a little worse. Failing to do a single move on any of them. Hmmm. Minus 1 Grillion points.
7. Working out that people searching for Noah's Ark have got the scale wrong. I have not done the calculations precisely, but Guy and I estimated this morning that it was probably the size of Sweden. Grubbing round near Mt Ararat is the wrong approach. We are looking for a much bigger structure, and a distant vantage point is the place from which to start looking. I suggest the moon would do. This is worth at least a point.
8. Getting Python and SciPy loaded on my machine and fantasising that I am going to do hardcore coding 20 years after I last wrote code in anger. Plus 27 points.

This document format is unsuitable for adding and subtracting all these numbers automatically. I consulted Jens Larsen and Bjorn Pohl (aka Masters of the Universe) and according to 8a.nu rule 3(ii) sub 2 (a) I have been declared the winner.

Now I am going to mop the kitchen floor.