In the end, The Science Project went rather well -- counting movies we made in rehearsals at the Museum, we made 18 short films and most of them are pretty good.

I was all set to junk my car, but Ray at the garage convinced me to put a new engine in. He even offered to help me fix up some of the fiddly bits wrong with the car. ("I just love those old cars, man.")

And the terrible, terrible thing turned out OK. Maybe even (in a round-about and horrible way) a good thing. Huh.