I am cheered up considerably by Todd Vodka's description of riding a jet ski

Before you read it, make sure you have a change of underwear handy, as you will surely pee yourself laughing.

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I hate today. I hate working with radiation. I hate working in that tiny room, where I have to work in a tiny hood, and maneuver around plexiglass shields. I hate that no matter how careful I am, I get everything hot, including myself. I hate that after all that work I got terrible incorporation. I hate that stupid mini-fuge, that's not even ours, that's lid got stuck and wouldn't get me back my lousy terrible incorporated probe, until I picked the damned thing up and dropped it on the bench, hard.

I hate that I itch, all over, because my exzema is going crazy for some reason, and I have to wear long pants in this heat because my legs look like I have the plague.

I hate that I didn't have time to eat lunch today, and my blood sugar is -500 right now.

I hate that today is RM's last day, and she's the only normal person that works here that I can talk to.

I hate today.

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And if you hang them in your front window, they make lovely suncatchers. added bonus: they keep jehovas witnesses away!

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yay! now photobucket is down, my day is complete!

Explains the big void where my logo used to be. There must be a way to have my logo on my page without using a site like photobucket, but it probably involves complicated computer geek stuff, with phrases like "hosting your own domain" or something like that.

K does want to upgrade our current DSL to some faster, juice-up DSL, which will allow him to play geeky computer games and give us something called a "permanent IP address." He tells me that then I will be able to host my own site. This probably means I'll have to learn more about web pages and html. sounds complicated and scary. I'm just a simple evil science chick, I'm not cut out for the fast paced world of web page development.

Really, I just wanted an online journal. I thought it would be simple...

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Is it me, or is blogger acting weird today? An occasional "www" keeps getting inserted into some blog's addresses, and blogger isn't recognizing it. Pain in the ass! Haloscan is acting sketchy, too. IS NOTHING RELIABLE ANYMORE???

K just called for my SSN. Now that he's getting health insurance (yay!) he's going to try to get me on his dental plan. That would be nice - I haven't been to a dentist since moving to ATL in 1999. Yeah yeah, gross I know. But my teeth seem to be in pretty good shape, I think :) I'll probably go to a dentist and have, like 10 cavities. I floss, I brush, I...swish with fluoride. But it never seems to help. Poor genetics, I think.

Anyone know where my post heading comes from? I'll call it the "quiz of the day? :)

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All time record for people visiting my blog today - 21 and counting! Woohoo!

Cheers me up, anyway. Not that it's important to me, because this blog is just an outlet for my rage and bs, right? (yeah, right)

But it's still nice. Love you guys!

Boring day, mostly spent on browsing blogs, and trolling ebay for a new cell phone. Yes, let the healing begin.

Work day ending with me realizing that I will have to do yet another CsCl gradient. Ick. But now that I'm an "expert," should go relatively smoothly. I realize I have just jinxed myself, but I don't care. God willing, the blot I finished friday will look great, and once I get more DNA from my other strain, I should be able to pound out another blot, and finally get an answer. Hopefully, it will be the one I want, or the whole lab will riot on me. Just about everyone is using these strains in their projects, as well as some people in other labs, all with the belief that replication is coming through LYS2 in one defined direction in one strain, and in the opposite direction in the other strain. If the results don't show this, a lot of people will hate me.

I want to go home, eat leftover risotto, wallow in self pity, and snuggle with K.

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My cell phone was a casualty of Saturday night. I left it on an end table, and someone put their glass down next to it. Condensation formed a puddle, which did something very bad to the battery. My phone won't turn on, and when I put it on the charger, the red light just blinks at me. Not good. I bought another battery on eBay a few weeks ago, since my battery was on its last legs anyway, but they sent me the wrong one. It may be a week or two before I get the right one, that is, if they even have the right one.

My cell phone is 2 1/2 years old. The antenna broke off a few months ago, and the battery was dying. I couldn't afford a new one without renewing my contract with sprint, and I didn't want to do that because K and I want to get a plan together when my contract is up in sept.

I am without cell phone. I feel like I've lost a limb. It's stupid, because I don't really use it that much. I make long distance calls to friends and family, mostly on the weekend. I call K from the store ("what else did we need besides milk?"). A few friends who refuse to remember my home number call me on it. That's about it. But I still feel a strange void. That familiar weight in my pocket is gone. The comfort of knowing that I can call someone no matter where I am, and that someone can call me anytime, is gone.

To top it off, I'm having a bad Monday. I'm sad and I need a hug!!! :(

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So finally got the place cleaned up and all the food made yesterday before everyone showed up. The night was a success, except for TCTF - The Couple That Fights. There was a TCTF there last night. It wasn't too obvious until they'd both had a few drinks.

It was "game night" - typical couples party fun. We started out with Cranium (very fun, esp with alcohol involved) and moved on to a game ES and hubby brought - Scene It, which is a movie based game with a DVD. Very fun, actually. TCTF had been relatively quiet, until the first game of scene it. Boys vs. girls. TCTF started making little barbed comments to each other, made worse by the fact that the boy in TCTF has no sense of humor, but it came to a head at this conversaton, when the girl was moving our team game piece:

him: aren't you overestimating how many spaces you're moving there? you were on the same space as us

her: but we moved two spaces ahead of you on our last roll

him: oh

her: do you ever stop and say to yourself "maybe I should think before I open my big mouth?"

him: ...what?

she repeats

him: silence

the rest of us: awkward silence

ES: So!!! who's turn is it? this food is really great!! somebody roll the dice!

The boy of TCTF stayed pretty quiet for the rest of the evening. I think we may have witenessed their demise. Not good for ES, she's the one who set them up last fall, and has been gloating about her matchmaking skills ever since.

But, aside from TCTF, the evening was fun. I got a pleasant buzz from a drink I made up, which I'll call a "pomertini." I had bought some of that pomegranate juice that's been pretty hyped up recently. It's a little strong, but substituted it for cranberry juice in a cosmopolitan...nice. AND good for your heart!

Also, good recipe tip, especially for the guys since it is SOOOOO easy, and your wives/girlfriends will think you are a GENIUS! Go buy a piece of pork shoulder (or pork butt, depending on what part of the country you're in), it's a pretty cheap piece of meat. Then dig out your crock pot. Everyone has one, they look like this Before you go to work in the morning, salt and pepper the meat, throw it in the crock pot, and turn it on low, and leave it all day. Come home from work, pour off all the liquid that's accumulated, shred up the pork with two forks, mix in your favorite BBQ sauce, and serve it on buns. You are now a hero to your family and friends.

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I feel like such a name dropper with the number of blog link I have on the side column! I've tried to link everyone who either regularly make comments on my blog, or, in the case of flyerman, who have put a link to mine on their. (way to go flyerman, according to blogpatrol, your blog is in the lead for most number of hits to my page. blogpatrol is so informative! not that it's a contest, or anything) My apologies if I've missed anyone!

still frantically cleaning my place in preparation for get-together tomorrow night. Like I mentioned before, I love being the hostess. But the real reason I invite people over is to force me to clean my place really well, at least once every couple months. I am not a neat person by nature. Neither is K. Together, we are a disaster. I cleaned the bathroom yesterday. I will wake up screaming in horror for nights to come at the memory of what I saw in there. *shudder*

And in my nice clean bathroom today, I decided to give sadie a bath. She is part lab, and while I know labs continually shed all year, she has been in a major molt for months now. Way beyond her usual spring shed. I cleaned enough hair out of the drain screen to make several more mammals. Yet she never goes bald. Strange.

Well, it's bedtime. K just went in to lay down, making sure to announce it to me. Hehehe. We've got work to do! :)

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I am going cross-eyed from staring at my spreadsheets for so long. I'm trying to compile 5 years worth of data into a HUGE mega spread sheet, with each worksheet linked and linked and linked. I have to double check to make sure all my links are linked correctly, and then link my links to other links, and then put the data into graphs, and double check the graph linked links...


My head hurts.

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Yeah, I'm just not feeling very creative today, so that's why I'm just posting links to other interesting sites.

After working all day, I am not looking forward to going home and cleaning. Some friends are coming over on saturday, and the condo is a MESS! Especially the bathroom. Usually I make guest use the spare room bathroom, which is usually clean, since I don't use it much. But since K's moved in, all his computer crap...I mean useful and interesting stuff...is piled up in there. So cleaning my own bathroom it is. Am looking forward to using my favorite little cleaning device again, though!

I like hosting parties and get togethers...I just wish someone else would do the cleaning! Plus K will try to distract me with sex and kisses...he hates cleaning even more than I do, the bugger. Mmmmmmm...may give in, though.

"welcome guests. please excuse the mess - I didn't clean, but boy am I tired!"

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Sicko, dude. She's like...13? Get a life!

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Your Honor? Are you listening to me? Are you sweating?

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...right?

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mmmmmm...so hungry!

Last night we had the best burgers. I asked K to bring home some cheese to make cheeseburgers - he bought brie!

So I mixed garlic powder, onion powder, salt, pepper, and a bottled quick marinade (think it's mostly worchestershire sauce and salt) in with the ground beef, and wrapped the mixture around blobs of brie to make the patties. While they were grilling, I sauteed vidalia onions and baby portobellos with some cut up bacon, to put on top of the burgers. The brie inside the patties got all melty and oozy...

No condiments neccessary. K announced that it was better than any burger he'd had in a restaurant. They were goooooood...and sooooooooooo fattening! Not for the faint of heart or the diet conscious.

Oh well. We'll be good for dinner tonight - something healthy.

Are ya hungry yet? ;)

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Three lemons, alike in dignity left forgotton in the fruit basket, still in the grocery store bag they were bought in. Two go bad...really bad. One looks like it was just picked off the tree.What happened? What strange phenomenom is this? Call Mulder and Scully: we've got a weird one... 

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The definition of insanity is repeating the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different results each time. This can also be the definition of the project I'm working on right now, which leads me to wonder...

AM I FUCKING INSANE????

I keep doing these 2D gels over and over again, and no matter how careful I am, something goes horribly wrong, and the whole week is wasted. A whole week. Usually, screwing something up means a loss of a day or two, tops. But since this protocol is so long and complicated, a screw up means either 1. I'll be in the lab all weekend, or 2. wait till monday to start all over, and face the wrath of SJR (advisor/boss). Fortunately, the one I started yesterday is still looking good. Got two bright smears on my first dimension gel. Keeping my fingers crossed!

And I'm supposed to be finishing up my old project (which I think I may be done with, for now, yay!) and concentrating on my new project, which I CAN'T do because she also wants an answer on this 2D gel stuff ASAP.

I'm being pulled in so many directions I think I'm going to snap. My answer? Maybe I'll post something on my blog for a while...

Such a glorious way to waste time :)

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This sort of happened to me once. I was driving the family minivan, and had my mom in the car with me. We were picking up one of my brothers from...a summer class he was taking, I think. Anyway, I had stopped because the old couple in the car in front of us had stopped. I figured he was dropping his wife off, or something. My mom and I started talking, when she looked front and gave a little shreek. The old guy was backing up and ran into us (did I mention that it was a brand new, EXPENSIVE minivan I was driving!)

We got out of the van, and he got out of the car and yelled at me: "didn't you see me backing up????"

There was no damaged to either of the cars, so we all went on our merry ways. But my mom and i still laugh about it. "didn't you see me backing up?"

no sir, didn't you see my red giant fucking minivan behind you? And again I say...punk ass old people!!!

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It's raining and storming...

I'm bored and the only people who are updating their blogs are the married guys who have blogs to vent about not getting laid. Not that there's anything wrong with that! I feel for you guys, I really do! I make mental notes to myself every time I read theirs posts - "ok, when I'm married, don't be like his wife...must still like sex...got it!" I wish I could give them better advice!

(props to: the good husband, suburban sex blog, and Memoirs of a Married Mad Man . I'm pulling for all of you!)

Where was I? Oh yeah...

It's just that it's a bit of a depressing read on a monday. I need something funny to get this day going...drdave's bug story is only funny for so long :)

Got a little something something myself last night (if you couldn't tell by my last entry). Something weird happened to my blog where it was only showing the heading and the two pie pics, and that's it. Once I republished, though, it all went back to normal. Stupid blogger.

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Testing - my blog is screwed up. Trying to fix, but K keeps stroking me so nicely...

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Ew ewwwww EEEEWWWWW!

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Sorry, here's the before pic - still trying to figure out this "hello" thing... 

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There was a girl (from australia, I think) who used to have a very funny blog, where she would, occasionally, scan food items that she had prepared and post them. That blog is gone, but I always thought it was a cool idea. Here are the before and after pictures of the blackberry pie I made today :) 

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Did you ever have a friend in school that was always getting you in trouble because they couldn’t stop talking? You know, during English class, when the teacher was lecturing on and on about some depressing book you’re supposed to be reading

(aside rant: why are all the books you read in high school tragedies? Romeo and Juliet, Of mice and men, Moby Dick, The Plague???? No wonder the suicide rate for teenagers is so high! Hey teachers! Throw in a comedy or something!)

Anyway, the teacher is lecturing, and you’re trying to pay attention, but your fried next to you keep talking and talking about anything and everything: boys, vacation, a movie, etc. You keep nodding your head slightly, to let him/her know that you’re listening, but trying desperately to indicate that you’re trying to pay attention. Finally, he/she asks you a direct question “so do you think I should tell him or not? Huh? Huh?” and is staring at you, waiting for a response, so you quickly whisper something like “ummm..yeah, whatever”

“Ms. X, do you have something you’d like to say to the whole class?” She singled out you! You! Not little ms/mr chatty next to you. No. the teach had been completely oblivious to the constant stream of chatter. Unfair. Your friend gives you a sheepish look, but 3 minutes later, continues with her/his one sided discussion.

OK, I have this problem now with someone in the choir. Let’s call her L. She never shuts up. And she always insists on sitting next to me every week. As soon as J stops playing the piano, she starts up again. And I’m trying to listen to his comments on what we just sang. And usually I miss something important, so I have to ask before he starts playing again “J, where are we starting?” and he says (mostly joking, thank god) “well, if you’d been paying attention, you’d know we were starting at measure 25” and everyone has a little chuckle at my expense.

So I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “evilsciencechick, you are 27 years old! Just tell her to shut the hell up next time!” And I would. But…

L is something like 70 years old. I can’t tell a 70 year old to shut up! How do I handle this? It’s like dealing with grandma, but grandma with severe adult ADD! I’m at a complete loss, and it’s driving me nuts.

Punk-ass OLD PEOPLE!

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On my own today. K has to work one day every weekend this month, since it's the end of the quarter. I should spend the day straightening up. We've got a little get together next saturday, with two other couples coming over for "game night" (basically, just an excuse to eat and drink too much, and attempt to play "cranium" and make fun of other peoples drunken humming ability)

Happy father's day to all the dads that wander past this site. Thinking about picking K up a card "from the dog," but he'd probably fail to see the humor in that. I need to call my dad this afternoon. Hopefully, he got his gift (a certificate for a flying lesson!) on time. I'm notoriously bad for getting presents and cards out late, so most of my friends and family are pretty used to getting them the day after.

Well, gonna be late for church. It our 121st anniversary, so there're having some big shindig, with a potluck (I didn't make anything...oops! Maybe I'll pick up some chicken at publix, if I need to).

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Girls night out was tonight. EA...I mean ES (married now!) finally told everyone she's pregnant. Finally - I hate keeping secrets like that - when it's good news, but you're not allowed to tell anyone.

Our waiter tonight was over the top friendly. It was a french restaurant, but he was from a more Mediterranean country, I think.

"to say that it has been a pleasure to serve you ladies, it would be an understatement."

Trolling for tips, ya think? Oh, well, I left him a nice tip anyway.

Broke down and had the veal picatta. I haven't had veal, for moral reasons, in...well, I can't remember the last time. but it looked so good, and tasted so good...I know, those poor baby cows. But they're delicious! Especially in a butter-caper sauce. With a good pinot grigio. Capped off with creme brule. mmmmmm...

One of the girls thought that since they're menu changes every so ofen, maybe they wouldn't have creme brule on the menu. I assured her that any french restaurant that DIDN'T have it on the menu, immediately lost their "snooty french restaurant" liscence. Of course they had it on the menu. Also, the waiter the waiter told us that the bread was "authentic french bread." Yeah, sir, just like you can buy down the street at publix. I din't say it, though, because I like crusty french bread and wanted to keep the supply coming!

Nice night out. But very tired now.

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I scored 62½% on the classic 400 Point Purity Test!

Take the test here!

Obviously, K and I have much work to do, here. 62.5%???? That's pathetic. We need to get more adventerous. Some things on my to do list:
1. sex in the ocean
2. sex on the beach (the act, not the fruity drink)
3. sex in a public place
4. video tape us having sex...

And that's all I can think of right now.

Some of the stuff in this test is just...gross. Sorry, but I'm leaving my dog OUT of my sex life!

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If you feel like visiting a few sites so funny you'll pee your pants...

curry

zombo

strange, maybe german guy?

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Here's something funny. My blog stats tell me if someone pull up my blog from a google search, and also tells me what the search term they used was. This has happened twice since I started using this particular stat tracker. The first google search term was "CsCl gradient," which is not so suprising, since I rant about my work all the time.

Today, someone did a search for (and I am NOT making this up!) "viscious lesbianism" and found my blog. Don't believe me? Do a google search with "viscious lesbianism" and "evilsciencechick."

Fun, huh?

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Don't feel like writing another post? Try the instant blog entry generator!

Fun!

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My Myers-Briggs-Jung Test Results

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I am happy to report that K is feeling...well, not quite his hold self (still dizzy) but fully able to perform those functions...that I was sorely missing. In other words, K fucked my brains out tonight :)

Yay!

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Who knew panda porn could be so effective?

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What do you think of the new header...too much? I'm trying to make the logo smaller...

Can you tell it's been a slow day at work? I'm digesting my DNA for my next 2D gel in gelo - which means I've cut out the first dimension, washed it in a few buffers, pipetted the restriction enzyme all along the slice, and stuck it at 37 degress for four hours. Then I'll pour the second dimension gel around it. Fun, huh?

BORING!!!

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rate my logo!

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K is still sick. He came down with vertigo tuesday night. Weird thing, vertigo. He says he's never had it, but his mom gets it alot. Basically, you're dizzy. Like you're drunk, but without the fun of actually getting drunk. So he just sleeps.

I think his job is tiring him out. I hope they hire him for a permanent position, then give him something more interesting to do that put components in computers all day.

Anyway, the upshot of the matter is: no lovin' for me :( Selfish, yes. Very selfish. So selfish that I am disgusted with myself for it. My sweetie is suffering, there's nothing either of us can do (his health insurance doesn't start until July), and all I can think about is: no lovin for me!

I am so wrong. He keeps offering to do what he can, which would be just taking care of my end. But it's weird - I don't get much satisfaction from that if I know I can't reciprocate.

K will probably read this and be sad. Don't be sad, sweetie! When you get better we'll lock ourselves in the bedroom for a few hours. Until then just concentrate on getting well! I will keep my selfishness to myself. Love you! :)

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In other news, when I went to the pharmacy this morning to get a refill of a rather critical and time sensitive prescription, their computer was down. Don't they know that I ALWAYS wait until the last second, and that I'm relying on them to fill my presciption! No matter what!!!

Aren't computers supposed to make our lives easier???? Oh, wait...I've ranted about that before...

So I went to work without it, and K is supposed to pick it up on his way home from work, since I have choir practice tonight.

Also, the pharmacist was a SUBSTITUTE! So I actually had to give her my name and birthdate, etc. Traumatic! Where's the regular pharmacist? The one who knows me? When all I have to say is "the nasonex and the generic allesse" and come back after 15 minutes and it's all ready for me.

Then again, I worry about one person knowing that much about me. Ever wonder what kind of power pharmacists have? They pretty much know your medical history, yet don't seem to be bound by any doctor/patient confidentiality. Scary.

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For the first time in 3 years, I managed to get my friend JN's birthday give off in timer for her to actually receive it ON HER BIRTHDAY! This is a big deal. Now I just have to get my father's day gift out. I got him a half hour introductory flight lesson, from www.beapilot.com. Only $49, and much better than yet another Coke shirt, I think.

In other news, I figured out how to put a "recent posts" list on my sidebar. I think I'm in the running for most crap crammed into a single side bar. One of these days I'm going to go for the minimalistic clean lines look and delete it all. But for now, I'm having fun!

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1. Blogs are stupid. Only people who think others care about their opinions have blogs. What a waste of time.

2. I’ll start a blog, but ONLY because I’ve been trying to start a journal and haven’t been able to find the time to write and this way I can do it anywhere. But I’m only doing this for ME. I’m not reading other people’s blogs, nor do I care if they read mine. This is strictly for ME ONLY.

3. I’m bored. Maybe I’ll read someone else’s blog.

4. Hey…comments!

5. How can I get comments on my blog?

6. Oh, haloscan…but the ONLY reason I would put a comment link on my blog is JUST IN CASE someone happens to stumble across it and wants to leave a note. I don’t care one way or the other.

7. Why don’t I have any comments?

8. No one likes my blog (not that it matters…right?)

9. Hey…a comment! Someone left a comment! I am funny and popular!

10. Any more comments? No.

11. Any more comments? No

12. …No.

13. Maybe I’ll leave comments on someone else’s blog…

14. Any more comments? No

15. Hey, another comment! I am popular again!

16. I’ll add links to the blogs I like and to those that leave comments on my blog.

17. I’m really annoyed that other people don’t update their blogs. Don’t they realize that my sole entertainment for the day is reading their blogs?

18. That’s a weird news article, I think I’ll link that in my blog. Hey look, a “what medieval torture device are you?” quiz! I’ll put that in there, too.

19. I’m such a blogger.

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Scary religious people part 2, and this one is probably real!

Date to Save

These people give us "normals" a bad name! Fucking lunatics!

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Ever meet someone who was a little too friendly? Who got a little too interested in personal conversation a little quicker than normal? The radioactivity delivery guy here is like that. Two weeks ago, I ordered some 32P for the very first time. The guy from Radiation Safety came to deliver it, and immediately struck up a conversation with me like we're old friends.

"so what are you doing this weekend? Any fun plans? What else are you doing?" Etc, etc.

And not in an I-don't-really-care-what-the-answer-is-I'm-just-making-small-talk kind of way. Like those short conversations with the UPS guy. You know, they go something like this "sign here, please" "OK. So is it still raining?" "just a little. Thanks, have a good night" "you too" That's it. And that's after having the SAME UPS guy for 5 YEARS!!!

Not so with radiation delivery guy. He's Mr. Overly Friendly. He starts converstions in a forcefull and really interested kind of way. He did the same thing today. It's not creepy, or anything, it's just weird. Is he hitting on me? Nobody hits on me! Maybe he's just really friendly but really really bad at small talk. I don't know. I think I'll ask around to see if he's that way with everyone.

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I just threw this together. I might put it somewhere on my blog, or I might not do anything with it at all. It's just a practice in wasting time.

So, what do you think?
evil logo

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Let us sing the praises of air conditioning. In Pgh, we had air conditioning, but we used it sparingly, only for those hot days of late july and august. Most of the time the numerous oak trees that surrounded the house provided us with shade and coolness from the relatively mild yankee summer.

Not so here in the "saath" (proper pronunciation). Air conditioning is not a luxury. It is a NECESSITY!

Don't get me wrong, I hold off for as long as possible. I love having the windows open, especially at night, feeling the summer breezes on bare skin...

But there comes a time when the hot, sticky Atlanta summer takes full effect. When the humidity is close to 100% and the temperature is in the 90's during the day, and not a whole lot cooler at night. And you can feel the heat and moisture in your lungs.

Cuddling is severely impaired by this heat. It's just too sticky. I love cuddling, so when it gets too sticky, I throw in the towel. It's time.

Also, a good indication that it's time to crank up the ole's AC is, being a homeowner, when it breaks. Never fails. It works fine for those occasional too hot days of late spring and early summer. But when the 7 day forecast predicts 7 days of 90 degrees, and I reach over to the thermostat to click it on "cool"...nothin'.

The AC broke on thursday. K announced it as soon as I walked in the door. "I'll call the repair guys" I said. "no, let me take a look at it." "have you ever fixed an air conditioner before?" "no, but I'll figure it out."

K is a handy guy. It took him two days, but he figured it out. It wasn't the ac, it was some corroded wires that gave power to the ac.

Best. Boyfriend. Ever! He fixes computers, cars, and (now)air conditioners

AHHHHHHHH...so cool....

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This site is satire, but probably not too far off the mark as far as psycho conservative churches go.

K liked it especially. He grew up in an independent baptist church (for those of you who don't know, the independent baptist churches are formed by people who feel that the southern baptist church is waaaaaaaaaaay too liberal). He left after the church decided to "call him up" in front of the congregation, to reprimand him for getting caught with his girlfriend at the time (sneaking into her bedroom, the bad boy!), after her father had forbid him to see her. Fortunately, he left before they got the chance to do so, and is now a proud non-practicing baptist, who occasionally gets dragged to presbyterian church to hear me sing. He suffers it well :)

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So I was browing my favorite blogs today, bored (as usual) and I came upon something interesting. It was on Sassy's blog (free advertising!). There's a link on her site called "swag" and I thought.."huh"...so I clicked on it. This took me to a site called cafepress.com, which is a company that will, FOR FREE, make stuff featuring your logo/website/picture/whatever, and sell it! You can make money doing this!

How cool is that? Hmmmmm...evilsciencechick t-shirts? Wish I had a cool catchphrase...like..."get your Panda Porn here!" And a catchy logo...

Who would buy them? No one. But I could say "yeah, I've got my own line of clothing out, no big deal."

I must start doodling! What a cool way to waste time!

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I bought one of those disposable toilet brush systems a while back. Specifically the "scrubbing bubbles fresh brush" (I had a coupon). It worked well, and I'm pleased with the results. That's not the point.

I picked up the empty box today to throw it away, when I happened to glance at the bottom, which contained the product warnings. You know, usually says something like "EYE IRRATANT! FLUSH WITH WATER!"

Here's what it says before that...

"DO NOT USE FOR PERSONAL HYGIENE"

I now have a mental image that has scarred me for life. I didn't want to be the only one, so I decided to share it with you. Enjoy!

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Found this in a yahoo news story about pandas:

"Pandas are also notoriously difficult breeders and Chinese scientists have tried nearly everything to increase the population in captivity, including showing films of other pandas mating."

Films of other pandas mating? Isn't that "panda porn"????? They're showing them panda porn to get them in a mating mood???

Oh those wacky chinese scientists.

And what sicko is out there FILMING panda mating?

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I think everything that could possibly go wrong today, did.

Now that I’m an “expert” at the 2D gel protocol, I decided to go all the way and add the second digest, which will tell me which direction the replication fork is coming from. This means that after I cut out the first dimension, I have to soak the slices in different buffers several times for up to an hour for each wash. Then I ad the enzyme (onto one of the two slices, so I have a control) and let it sit for 4 hours at 37 degrees. And THAT meant that I had to drive my ass BACK to the lab at 11:30 last night and work until 1 setting up the second dimension.

But it’ll be worth it, right?

This morning I come in to check my gel. Something doesn’t look right. Perhaps that’s because all the buffer that’s SUPPOSED to be in the gel box is now everywhere but. The tubing in the pump burst. Shit. My gel looked OK (the leak must have happened about an hour or so after I had started the gel) , but I had to run around trying to find new tubing to cram into the pump. Found new tubing, got everything set up again, thinking I can run it at max voltage all day, come in again tonight, and set up the blot.

After about two hours, I checked the setup. The gel was running fine, but the pump was not. The pump refused to work at all. The pump had blown a fuse.

To make this quick, I got the fuse replaced, but decided to use another lab’s pump until we can get the proper tubing for ours (I’d just been using regular tubing, but you’re supposed to use expensive MASTERFLEX tubing. at $78 for 50ft, it’d DAMN WELL BETTER WORK!!!)

It wouldn’t have been nearly so stressful today, except that I started another round of DNA isolation, and needed to get the CsCl gradient set up and in the ultracentrifuge tonight. In the confusion of it all, I think I may have used NIB buffer instead of TEN buffer. Shit. I hope it still works!!! I don’t think my nerves can take anymore today.

PS: I think I may be the only blog out there that mixes relationship/sex chat with hardcore science. And I’m not sure that either of those subjects is of ANY interest to anyone but me. Oh well. It’s the only therapy I can afford right now!

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I'm posting this story because K kept telling me I should. Falls under naughty more than ranting (must be reading too many of the sex blogs, it's affecting mine!)

A few days ago, K and I were...making love? Doing the nasty? Bumping uglies? There's no good way to say "having sex" without sounding cheesy or dirty. After we finished, he did what he usually does, and makes sure that I'm as finished as he is (he's just the best bf ever!) And a good job of it he did, too! Afterwards, exhausted and in that post-coital pleasure haze, I stumbled into the bathroom. K was sitting on the side of the bed, clearing his sinuses (allergies), which he does by spitting...loudly. I used to tease him about this, because it's quite gross when he makes that "kkkkwwwwwaaaachkt" noise. Usually I say something to the tune of "oooh baby, do it again, that turns me on!" Or something equally sarcastic. But now I barely even notice when he does it, and at this particular moment, with every nerve in my body tingling, I was in no condition to notice it.

Instead, I mumbled something to the tune of "oh baby...that was WONDERFUL!" K muttered something back, but the fan was on so it was hard to hear him, and he couldn't POSSIBLY have said what I thought he just said.

"what?"

"I don't do it because I WANT to, I do it because I HAVE to."

"...WHAAAAATTTT?????"

"I SAID...I don't do it because I WANT to, I do it because I HAVE to!"

He couldn't possibly have meant that, but there was no sarcasm in his voice. I walked back into the bedroom to confront him.

"I'm talking about the orgasm you just gave me."

"Oh, I thought you were making fun of my spitting."

At which point we both fell down laughing because it was such a beautiful and hysterical misunderstanding.

Now whenever we start to fool around, he makes the joke "I'm not doing this because I WANT to..."

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I love stuff like this: Demotivators

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I know that SOMEBODY out there is reading my blog, because I do get occasional (very occasional) comments. Please please please put a pin in my guest map! It's right over there -> below the counter. It'll only take a minute...

Thanks!
- Desperately seeking popularity
(ie: evilsciencechick)

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Yay! BM is back in the lab...for now. The atmosphere has lightened because of it, I think. The doctor put her back on non-generic paxil, and until that kicks in, supplemented with adavan (sp?)to take care of the attacks. Meaning that she's functional enough to work on writing. I'm just glad she's feeling better. I hate to see people I care about suffer, and she was SUFFERING! Hope her and R can make it to to game night party at the end of the month. Very excited about that, haven't played hostess since...New Year's day! I love being a hostess :) Probably because I like to feed people - something I got from my grandmother.

Speaking of feeding people - GREAT and easy chicken recipe - Melt-in-Your-Mouth Braised and Barbecued Chicken
Made it on sunday, and there was enough for both K and I to take leftovers for lunch. I think he likes bragging at work about his gf's cooking, and I love it that he brags about me. Well, at least he's bragging about something that's not the size of my boobs! (though I am proud of those as well :)

Going to try a new dog park in the area, once the weather clears up. I've been neglecting Sadie terribly (bad mommy!) Did get her to the usual park yesterday, but couldn't today because of the rain.

Sigh. Insert witty comments here. Oh, don't be surprised if you hear about the suicide rate going up in atlanta, because EVERY DAMN PEDESTRIAN IN ATLANTA SEEMS TO WANT TO HURL THEMSELVES IN FRONT OF MY SPEEDING CAR!!!! Doesn't anyone remember that you're supposed to look both ways before crossing the street? Didn't we learn that in kindergarten? Then they give me a look like I'M the crazy one. Well, excuse me if I didn't slow down for you, your majesty, but the light was green, and your sign said "don't walk" so who's really the victim here? You with the self-righteously shocked look, or me with the HEART ATTACK? Can you not find a better way of ending your life than in front of my poor ford escort ZX2 with the dented front side where the LAST cyclist tried to commit suicide? (he was riding on the sidewalk - illegal! - and didn't stop or look when he tried to speed across the narrow parking lot exit that I had just started to pull up to (basically a narrow alleyway between two businesses. I had pulled up and stopped to look before attempting a right turn) he shook himself off and sped away before I realized that not only did I not hit him, he hit ME and there was a HUGE DENT IN MY CAR!!! but that was november and I'm completely over it...except that every day I have to look at the HUGE DENT IN MY CAR FROM THAT ASSHOLE CYCLIST WHO WAS ILLEGALLY RIDING ON THE SIDEWALK!!! I'm not bitter in any way.

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Never been so glad it's sunday! Busy busy weekend. EA's wedding (now officially ES)was this weekend. We had to go to the rehearsal and dinner on friday, since I was doing a reading at the ceremony (Ruth 1:16-17). It was a lot of sitting around, really. There were three of us sitting in the choir loft waiting for our turn, while the rest of the wedding party found out where they were standing, when the candles were going to be lit, etc etc. We were bored out of our skulls, so the three of us just whispered and laughed through the whole rehearsal, earning dagger eyes from psycho MOTB (who just a few weeks ago, told EA that this was HER DAY and E had NO SAY IN THE MATTER!!! Like I said...PSYCHO!)

Saturday was the wedding, and it was appropriately beautiful. Even I got a little teary eyed when they read their personal vows to each other.

The reception had good food, thank GOD (weddings in the south tend to be light on the food...WHY????) E and M walked to the bed and breakfast next door in a cloud of bubbles. K and I were exhausted by the end of it.

Now I'm just happy to kick back and relax - IM DONE WITH WEDDINGS FOR THE SUMMER!!! Now, of course, my friends have nothing better to do than pester K and I about when we'll get married. Sigh. K did confess to me last night that he's looking forward to marrying me, which is good. The scars of his ex and their disasterous marriage must be fading. :)

But for now...I'm relaaaaaxxxxing.

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K is at MS's bachelor party tonight. He's pissed it's on a thursday night - stupid night for a bachelor party.

So I'm on my own. Lying on the couch and VEEEERRRY relaxed, compliments of gorillalinks.com and a few of my fingers...a lonley girl has to keep herself entertained somehow, doesn't she? :)

I'll stop there, lest this becomes one of those infamous sex blogs (of which there seem to be many).

Busy weekend ahead. E and M's rehearsal and dinner tomorrow, then the big event on saturday. Then we all get a few months off before the baby showers begin in earnest. Damn my super-fertile friends! Think I'll double my dosage of the pill...

K just called - he many not even make it home tonight. I'd rather him crash at a friends then drive home drunk. Especially since they're up at BFE Kennessaw. I worry, though. Worry worry worry. That small voice of paranoia that lives deep inside me that bubbles up whenever someone I care about is in an unknown situation.

I know where it comes from. As far as I've come in recovery after the death of my brother, effects linger, and always will. That voice that whispers "it happened once, it can happen again" has been especially active since meeting K. The one black mark on the absolute joy of our relationship is that crippling fear that I will lose him tragically, in an accident or an illness - like my brother. I've become quite good at pushing those thoughts and feelings deep down and suppressing those fears. Until, of course, K goes drinking with the guys (most of whom I trust, one who I don't) in BFE, then calls and says he might not be home tonight...

Worry worry worry.

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Looked at my blots today after 3 hours of development. I can see one dark spot for each sample, but not the arcs that would imply replication intermediates. That's OK. SJR and NK said that for southerns it's not uncommon to let the blots develop for up to two weeks! I'm going to look again tomorrow, and if I still don't see anything, let it go for two weeks. This will be annoying, though, since SJR popped in once an hour today "is it done yet? do you see anything?" It's nice to have the interesting project for once, but it's a royal pain in the ass when your advisor feels the need to micromanage it.

See, the world of science is not so different from the land of suits and proper jobs :)

I have a headache and I'm tired, which does not bode well for choir practice tonight (yes, more "purple headed mountains" to sing about...).

I am the last person left in the lab. Actually, I don't think there's anyone else left in the three labs that occupy this space. Everything's quiet but the hum of various refrigerators and incubators. Normally this is a time when I get lots of work done. When everyone's gone, and no one can ask your advice, or ask you to fix something, or just get in the way.

Sounds pretty anti-social, doesn't it? It just seems like the attitude of the lab has changed so much the past year. We used to be such a close knit group of people. There were three of us grad students, a post-doc, and a head tech. The atmosphere was very friendly. Then one of the students left, we got another student, then the post doc left and we got another one...BM is writing, so she's never around much (plus she's having severe anxiety issues about writine. Poor BM, I hope her new prescription helps!), and the newer people are just more serious. Not that I'm not serious about work, but nobody cares about anythings else anymore. Case in point: my first day back at work after my three day trip to tybee island. I came in, said good morning (only the two "newer" people were in), got some grunts in response. Figured they were busy. That's OK. After about 20 minutes of continued silence, I decided to mention what I good time I had over the weekend. This time not even a grunt from either one. When BM and the head tech got in, they immediately grilled me on how my weekend was, what we did, how drunk we were, etc etc. It's not that I expect everyone to drop everything and listen to me at a moment's notice, but still... I always make sure I ask people how there weekends were, or if they had any exciting plans for the next weekend. Because I care, goddamnit! It's not that AA and NK are rude...they're just not very nice. Actually AA has her days, but NK only perks up if you ask her about her cat. And at this point, I'm sick to death of hearing about her stupid cat!

I'm just being whiney, I know. I won't always work in a friendly place where everyone cares for and nurtures one another. I just miss it, that's all.

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Have you ever walked down a hallway and you're all alone, and you have to burp, so you do (because you're alone, right?) but then you turn a corner and there's someone coming around the corner towards you, and you know that they either HEARD you burp, or they're just catching that "post-burp" weird expression on your face, and they give you a look like "what the hell is your problem?"

I hate that.

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Used radioactivity for the first time today - successfully. I had to label my probe, then hybridize with the blot. Very stressful! There's these plexiglass screens you have to keep behind, with your arms on either side of them. And every time you finish a step, you have to wave the gieger counter over everything to make sure you didn't contaminate the equiment. I'm not glowing, so I guess I did OK. Tomorrow I'll take down the blots and see what's what. If several weeks of preparation were for nothing. Then I get to do it all over again "for real." AUUUUUUUGH!

Wish I had something witty or interesting to say. It's tuesday, but feels like monday (for obvious reasons) and I'm just too....blah...to think of anything. Also, I'm still full from lunch. Tomorrow is our tech's last day, and we always mark these occasions with food. Today at journal club we ordered lunch from Moe's. For those of you not familiar with Moe's, I can explain it like this: think Subway, only with HUGE BURRITOS! They make everything there in front of you. And everything has a cute TV pop culture name, like "art vandalay" (veggie bean burrito) and "ungly naked guy." (veggie taco with guacamole) I had a chicken salad (a "close talker") which is basically everything in a chicken burrito dumped over a bed of lettuce, service in a fried flour tortilla bowl. Heaven. To top it off, SOMEBODY brought in dunkin donuts. AND BM got back from San Diego and brought in a bag of ghirardelli chocolates. NK also brought in a fruit tart, but I was afraid to try any in case it had nuts in the shell(left the shots at home today)

This is the downside to working in a lab of all women - a diet is impossible, there is ALWAYS food around. And it's usually not healthy. And because my desk is in the middle, it always ends up there. Right now, the bag of chocolates is sitting inches away...taunting me. No! I've already had two! Plus I just ate a donut! (my second today...waaah!) Evil.

BEGONE SATAN YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE!!!!



Well, maybe just one more...

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