Archive for March, 2006

that contradicted my expectations!

I pulled into my parking space morning, right next to another woman who had just pulled in. As I get my shit together, I look over. She is still in her car. It’s an older black lady, with beautiful steel grey dreds neatly pulled back. Beautiful (hand made?) african-type garment on. And she is GROOOVIN’ to whatever music she is listening to. She is swaying her head side to side, she’s got the arm motions going, a BIG smile on her face. Whatever she is listening to must be AWESOME.

Do you have a menal “ear” of what kind of music she might be listening to?

Good. So did I.

I get out of my car - she’s got her stereo BLAZING…but…wait…umm…who is that singing? It’s mellow and smooth…NOT at all what I was expecting.
I walk over to her when she sees me staring. “i want to listen to what YOU’RE listening to, you seem like you’re in a GREAT mood!”

Her smile gets even bigger, as she continues to get her groove on. “It’s JAMES TAYLOR! I LOVE me some James Taylor!”

whoa.

awesome.

Wanna waste some time with something creepy?

mydeathspace.com

super creepy. but I dare you to STOP reading once you start.

It’s people one myspace who have died. were killed, committed suicide. One guy is even on there because he murdered someone.
uber creepy.

experiment gone horribly wrong

if you happened to be at a fast food establishment where you were able to fill your own drink at the soda fountain, and while you were filling your large cup with the diet pop of choice, while bemoaning the lack of CHERRY flavored diet pop in fountain form at said establishment, you noticed that the fountain also contained a tap of a sweetened strawberry beverage. You might have thought that adding a shot of this strawberry flavored beverage to the aforementioned diet pop might taste something like the unavailable premixed cherry flavored diet pop.

you would have thought wrong.

very, very wrong.

conversations in the lab

ESC: oooo…we should make liquid nitrogen ice cream again! when the weather gets warm!

I: It IS warm.

ESC: almost.

J: yeah, I can’t wait for it to be shorts weather again.

ESC: it’s only shorts weather up to here (indicates bottom of capris). it’s capri weather!

J: but not for boys.

I: no. NOT a good look for boys

J: I saw guys wearing them. Lots of guys. In EUROPE! In GERMANY!

I: ewwwww!!!!

ESC: hmmm…capros?

I: HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!

Dear Target,

Recently, I purchased a Target Brand product.  A dental floss, actually.  “Compare to Glide,” the package informed me.  And sweet!  It was a dollar cheaper.

Allow me to inform you that your product SUCKS.  It is NOTHING like Glide.  Your floss is thin, THREAD thin.  And barely waxed.  It does NOT “glide” through my teeth.  It SNAGS on EVERY SINGLE ONE of them.  I think I almost yanked out a filling several times.  Yeouch.

Your floss is inferior.  Please REMOVE “compare to Glide” and replace it with “compareD to Glide, this floss SUCKS.”

I bought the real product, which is WAY better and worth the extra buck.  I will never buy your crappy, knock off brand again.

Thanks for your time.

ESC

a little sadness

It’s been sad this week, a bit. And a little stressful. I had to give a presentation today, and, as Julie recommended, had to use the useful presentation Jedi mindtrick.

This is NOT the data I presented last time. This is all NEW data.

I think they bought it.

My weekend started out sad. Last week, a friend in mine in the lab’s daughter was diagnosed with a possible tumor in her leg. Her daughter is 7, and the tumor is right on her growth plate. Today, after dealing with a stupid and mostly ignorant surgeon, they finally got confirmation that it IS a tumor, and that there is a small fracture in the bone. It will probably mean surgery, but waiting on it could cause the bone to break. If it breaks at the growth plate, it will mean many painful surgeries as long as she is still growing.

Right now, it means no activities - no dancing (she’s a dancer), no trampoline, no PE.

Poor girl. I hope they can fix her quickly and easily.

The other sad thing that happened was on friday. I got home from the lab, and outside the condo building there was something in the bushes. I thought it was a cat, so I went to shoo it away before I brought Sadie out.

It wasn’t a cat - it was a small hawk. And something was really wrong with it. It was randomly flapping it’s wings, it was jerking back it’s neck, and it couldn’t get it’s legs coordinated enough to stand on them.

I called Kev out, and after some discussion, we decided to put it in a box, take it inside, and put it out on the porch, where none of the numerous stray cats in the area could get it. Kev got it in the box with minimal pain (it did have a death grip on his finger for a bit) and we took it inside. I eventually found the number for emergency animal control. They were on there way.

We lifted him out of the box. He seemed better - his head wasn’t in a weird position anymore, and he seemed more alert. But he kept having what looked like seizures. There were no obvious injuries. I think he (or she) must have somehow flown into the side of the building. His neck wasn’t broken, but there must have been some brain damage. I don’t even think he knew where he was, or that we were even around.
I snapped a few pictures -

injured hawk


injured hawk 2

injured hawk 3

I tried to get a video, but unfortunately, he died a few minutes after these pictures were taken. Animal control doesn’t come for dead animals - we were told to put him in a bag and leave him for sanitation.

It’s funny, if it were an injured robin or sparrow, I’m not sure I would have done much.

But a hawk, yeah. No question. Honor among predators? I couldn’t just leave him there, to get further terrorized by a cat. Hopefully, we made his last moments peaceful.

And for those that want to know, we think he was an immature Coopers Hawk. If anyone thinks differently, please let me know!

free advertising

I want to give shout outs (for free) to two internet based business that recently saved me a shit load of money.

the first is Petshed. It’s a pet supply business based out of australia. You know how all those people are going to canada to get their prescriptions filled, and the government is all pissy about it, even though the drugs here are outrageously expensive for no good goddamned reason? Well, australia is like canada. For pets.

A while back, I bought a generic version of Heartguard, which can cost me $60 at other places, but only cost me $25 (including shipping!) at PetShed. This is the illegal bit, because Heartguard is a prescription (for some insane reason - it’s less dangerous than frontline, for god’s sake - I know this because once sadie got into the heartguard and ate 4 of them at once, the little bitch, and suffered NO ILL EFFECTS) and you’re not allowed to get your prescriptions from other countries, and you’re not supposed to be able to get them without a prescription (I didn’t send them one). And it was NO PROBLEM at PetShed!
Last week I bought some Frontline, which would cost me over $80 normally, but I got for $50 (including shipping) for a 6 month supply (which will last me a year) at PetShed.

I *heart* PetShed.

The second shout out goes to Kokopelli music. My ipod mini’s battery was definately going shitty (after a whole year….right after the warrentee ran out. bastards). It would only store enough charge for a few hours, and then the battery indicator stopped being accurate, so it would tell me that I had half a charge, when really I had next to nothing.

For $17 (plus shipping), I got a battery replacement kit and instructions. it was scary and a little challenging, but I did it. And my mini is back to being supah wonderful. So if you’re iPod battery is acting up, and you don’t have $300 for a new fancy one, install a new battery yourself!

Or, you can send them your iPod and they’ll install a new battery for you. I think this service is $35. Still cheaper than a new one.

So there ya go. ESC sells out for no money. Patronize and enjoy!

learning about myself

This weekend, I have learning something about myself.  What did I learn?

I SUCK at registering.  Seriously.

We started our registry at Target last night, and then today I set up one at Crate and Barrel, and then back to Macy’s to see if there was more I could add on.

I did end up with a bunch of kitcheny stuff at Target.  But today I spent two hours at Crate and Barrel, and ended up with 13 things.  Dammit.  Then at Macy’s, another hour…and I only added towels.  Expensive towels that I agonized over.

I think that’s part of my problem - everything is expensive!  I know it’s not me buying these things, but my inner cheapskate keeps rearing her ugly head and shrieking at me.  $103 FOR A SINGLE KNIFE???  OH MY GOD!!!  NO ONE WILL SPEND THAT MUCH ON YOU!!!
But then practical me bitch slaps cheapskate, and reminds her that we’re not really registering for any appliances, as I already OWN really nice appliances.  So it’s OK to register for nicer non-electronic things.  AND as I enjoy cooking, I might as well get good quality knives.

Inner cheapskate goes off sulking.

Then the inner voice that sounds like my mother pipes up.

SQUARE PLATES?  ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT SQUARE PLATES???

Ummm…I think they’re pretty!  and unusual!  classic but quirky!

Inner mother’s voice is not pleased.

I ignore her, and add squarish drink glasses and glass square bowls and dessert plates that will coordinate nicely.

Another problem is that we’re doing this so early, that a lot of the stuff in the stores now is considered “seasonal,” and won’t be there by the time our guests woud be looking for stuff.  I have to give some cred to Crate and Barrel here.  Though they were the only store that didn’t provide a free tote bag (hooray for free swag at macy’s and target!), any time you scan something that’s considered seasonal, the little scanner doohickey beeps at you and lets you know that it’s seasonal and are you SURE you want it?

I am irritated at seasonal stuff, because it seems like the majority of stuff in the stores now IS seasonal.  And I want stuff that will fit in year round.  Who needs summer dishes?  I ASK YOU!!!

The only big things left to register for are bedding and kitchen/table linens.  And pots and pans, which I’m not sure about, as my mother had mentioned she’d get them for me, so I need to ask her about that (all-clad, baby!).

According to Macy’s, with a guest list of 150 (approximate for the wedding plus the later reception in pittsburgh), we should have 200 items our our registry.

I don’t have NEAR that yet.  WHAT AM I MISSING????

I hate to add TOO much home/decor items to our registry, as we don’t know where we’ll be living after the wedding (at this point, we might even be moving before the wedding - yikes!).  But maybe we’ll put things like lamps and bedside tables on there.  Back to Target!

Paranoia is still lurking.  What if the stuff is too expensive?  Am I being too greedy?  Do I REALLY need china?  (that last one is my mother’s voice - literally.  That’s what she asked me the other day when I told her we picked out a china pattern.  Thanks for making the voices in my head come to life, mom!)

Still need to add more stuff, though.

Can I register for yarn?

or…sex toys???  ;)

New digs

Ha!  well, I guess I should put up some kind of “welcome to my new and improved blog” post.  Except that it’s pretty much the same content as before, so it’s not exacly new, and I haven’t really worked all the bugs out yet, so I wouldn’t call it “improved” yet.

My biggest struggle so far has been attempting to import all my old haloscan comments.  I paid for the premium haloscan a while back, so I hate to waste all those saved precious comments.  BUT though I found a good tutorial for how to do this…it hasn’t really been that easy.  Bascially, you have to change all your blogger settings and then trash the template before you can import the comments.  Why?  I have no idea.  But blogger doesn’t seem to like me trashing the template, and its resisting.  attempt #23 is going on right now.

But we’ll see - so far I like everything else about wordpress.  I found a template that I can customize without fucking everything up.  I’m slowly going through and categorizing my posts, I’m updating my side bar…so…things are going.

so far….

*under construction*

Sorry if my site seems to disappear then reappear on occasion. Big things are happening, exciting changes, blah blah blah.

Tons of work for me.

small work for you - updating your blogroll…I KNOW! WHAT A PAIN! I’M SUCH A BITCH!

but I’m learning a new language and a whole other bunch of painful shit right now.

So please excuse any mess. Things will be better.

the explanation

if you DON’T see the new template, refresh or clear your cache.

It still looks wonky in IE. I’m still considering wordpress, as all the cool people are doing it. But I would have to pay for hosting service, because I would want to fool around with the template, and also you can import haloscan commenting that way.

I’m still thinking about it.

Anyway, if any of you are wondering where the “headless baby” thing came from, it’s an old joke of mine.

When I’d meet new people at parties, bars, etc, they’d inevitably ask what I do for a living.

I’m a grad student. What do I study? yeah…uhhh…genetics.

If THAT didn’t kill the conversation and scare them off, they’d sometimes ask what I do with genetics. This is a very boring and complicated situation. People WANT to hear “I’m working on a cure for cancer.” Or “I clone sheep.”

I hate non-science people demanding a detailed explanation of what I do, and then acting all bored and confused when I try to explain it. I STUDY GENETICS! LEAVE IT BE, PEOPLE!

Anyway…the joke was, I started telling people who asked that I cloned headless babies and harvested their organs. It usually took a few seconds before they realized I was joking. But those few seconds were PRICELESS!

Also explained why I was single for so long…..

huh.

anyway, that’s the explanation for the banner. hope you like it!

is this thing on?

was it just me, or was blogger being a total beeotch for most of today?

geez loiuse! It’s making me think more and more about jumping ship to another platform, like some other people have done or are considering. but because I am a control freak, I’d probably have to pay for hosting, just to be able to customize my blog.

is it worth it? hmmmmm….

anway, last night was so much fun! for me! and a little for Kev, I guess.

Because we went to Macy’s and started our registry!

Oh my god, is it a weird feeling. To basically say “this shall be our china pattern from now on, for eternity. SO SHALL IT BE!”

We didn’t pick much out - we were pretty hungry. But we do have our china pattern (gah! so grown up!) and some nice stainless tableware. The silver is a little pricey - vera wang’s silverware goes up to SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS PER PLACE SETTING! Holy crap! Kev liked having imput on what we did register for, so I guess I’ll keep him in the loop. His main concern is STURDY SILVERWARE! Nothing crappy that bends when you dig into some ice cream. So the stainless set we registered for is VERY STURDY! but pretty!

There’s a bunch of stuff I want to add, but I can do it online as soon as they get the registry on the website. We’ll probably also hit Target, because really, who DOESN’T register at Target?

I’ll probably have the registries linked at my wedding blog soon - which some of you have access to, so if you’re dying to see what I’ve picked out, just wait a few days. If you are indignant that you are unaware of my wedding blog, email me. If I know you, I’ll give you the link. My family and “real life” friends have access to that blog, so there will be a lot more detailed information on it than I’d like my normal, everyday blog stalker to know.

Anyway, after THAT fun, we ate dinner at the Buckhead Diner. Which is not really a diner. It’s a really expensive restaurant that has some diner overtones, but in a tasteful and classy way. Neither of us had been there before, and we had a $25 gift card that some friends had given us a LOOOOONG time ago that we had never used and had kind of forgotten about (oops! sorry V and E!)

Anyway, we totally pigged out. Diet was long forgotten. By the time we got a table, it was almost 8:30 and we were STARVING! Appetizer pleeze! Homemade potato chips with bleu cheese sauce. For my dinner, I had a beef tenderloin BLT and some veggies…and a side of chips! The waiter forgot to mention that part…

Kev had some yummy roasted chicken and mashed taters. we were already full, but splurged on dessert. We got my ice cream for free, because it was their ANNIVERSARY DESSERT! FREE! And THAT is why you ALWAYS tell the restaurant what you are celebrating. You may possibly have to endure an embarrassing birthday serenade from the waitstaff, but the free dessert makes it all worth it. BD’s ice cream is homemade…it was WONDERFUL! and no embarassing song, though they did stick a candle in it.

We waddled back to the car and made it home. And…sorry dear readers…no freaky stories of sordid funky monkey sex. We were exhausted and full to bursting. Lots of cuddling and kissies and “love you!” and cutesy stuff that people who have been together longer than 6 months don’t do anymore, but we are JUST THAT CUTE!

Monkey sex shall resume tonight.

ps: I put this in the previous note’s comments, but the story of how Kev and I met can be found here. It’s not ALL the details, but it gives you the general story.

3 years

How can 3 years go by so quickly, yet feel like they’ve lasted a lifetime? I can’t even remember what life was like before without you. I can’t imagine the future without you.

I love you so much, sweetie.

*************update*****************

what a great anniversary! we had a fantastic evening. details…well…SOME details later ;)

theevils

a scene

scene opens. it is almost 1am.

ESC, post-shower, hair still wet, and in her nightshirt. She calls to Sadie, who is eagerly awaiting her pre-bed pee time.

Sadie sits by the front door. ESC opens the door to check on the weather before leashing Sadie. It is storming, but the rain falling gently now, thunder off in the distance.

There, in front of the door, sits a cat. Mostly white, with dark markings around it’s ears.

The cat looks at ESC.

ESC looks at the cat.

The cat looks at Sadie.

Sadie looks at the cat.

a second goes by, the three are frozen.

then….

“SADIE!!!”

The cat streaks back around the corner, Sadie close on its heels. ESC whisper-shrieks again “SADIE!!!!”

But Sadie is down the hallway, around the corner, out of site.

“shit shit shit shit shit shit”

ESC emerges from the hallway, facing the parking lot. No sign of the cat, or Sadie.

“shit shit shit”

but then, off to the side in her usual night time pee place, is Sadie, crouching and relieving herself like normal. She finishes, and then trots back towards ESC like nothing happened.

ESC looks at Sadie as she passes by.

Sadie gives ESC a look as if to say “whaaaat? that? that was nothing!”

ESC wonders if her heart will recover from almost leaping out of her chest a few seconds earlier, follows Sadie inside, and gives her a biscuit.

Then TOTALLY blogs the whole thing.

dammit!

Why didn’t I bring a book? Or my knitting? Or SOMETHING to show my absolute disdain for the waste of time that will occur in just a little while.

What is it? Lab safety training. REQUIRED lab safety training. For everyone, regardless of how long you’ve worked in a lab. Something the department dreamt up this year, brand spanking new, just for us. This is my 7th year here…and I am going to have to sit through an hour of some boring-ass yahoo telling me that sandals are not appropriate lab wear.

FUCK

YOU.

I plan on putting my head on my arms and sleeping through it. Bastards.

*********update**********

I was wrong. it was and HOUR AND A HALF of some boring yahoo. jeebus christos…WAY too long. My favorite part was how she asked if anyone used blood or pathogens in their lab, and NONE OF US DO, so she said she’d go through those sections quickly so we could…get this…GET OUT EARLY! HAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!

and the she proceeded to go over EVERY SLIDE IN EXCRUCIATING DETAIL.

that’s an hour and a half of my life that I will NEVER get back.

and the #10 thing I’ve learned…

Bulgar wheat gives me gas.

Very very VERY bad gas.

ugh.

pity Kevin. and my labmates. But I’m blaming it on the sewage system, which has a tendencey to back up at the pump in the lab next to ours. At home I just blame it on Sadie.

things I’ve learned so far this weekend

1. never buy the pre-made roasted veggie and hummus wraps in the cafeteria EVER AGAIN. EVER.

2. Neither Kev nor I enjoy corned beef, really. We never have to make it again.

3. my 3 favorite words right now: Mmmmmint Mmmmmmocha FRAPACCINO!

4. my 3 LEAST favorite words right now: Limited Time Only

5. Target shoes are cute and cheap, and I LOVE THEM!!!

6. Posting a picture of my nekkid legs on my blog must freak some people out. Next time, maybe my arms? ok, that’s just me being paranoid.

7. cooking light is the best food magazine EVER and you should all go out and buy the issue with the mac and cheese on the cover and then make the greek bulgar salad and also the red lentil soup. fucking fantastic.

8. my dog has a red eye with a swollen, slightly enflamed corner of her eye. I am keeping it clean with saline solution and giving her benedryl in the hopes that it’s allergies. not really something I’ve LEARNED, but I wanted to get that in here at some point, and this list format seemed to be a good way to do it. also, she’s mad at me because I gave her a bath and clipped her toenails, and now all her bedding is in the wash so she doesn’t know where to sit, so she just keeps wandering around the living room giving me longing sad looks with her red eye. I don’t feel guilty, though, because she’s so cute and fluffy after her bath. OK, I’m rambling.

9. knitting cotton washcloths is quick and satisfying. and useful!

a picture share for st. patrick’s day

To ease everyone back from the previous scary science post, some pictures to share!

Kev got a new toy when he visited his mom a couple of weeks ago - an iced tea maker! Now we don’t have to constantly forget about the big pan of water boiling away on the stove. He looooooves it. He makes a fresh pot just about every night.

Kev's new toy

Uhhh…ignore the dirty dishes in the sink.Earlier today, in an email conversation with Julie, she mentioned that someone at her work brought in Irish Soda Bread to share. Minutes later, this post appeared on Slashfood.

It was fate. I had to try it.

Irish Soda Bread

They’re still cooling, so I haven’t tried it yet. One is for us, one will go into the lab on Friday for a St. Paddy’s day treat!and finally…

So many of you were SO NICE on my previous post where I was down about my lack of consistant weight loss. This is why I blog. I have the best blog friends! So I thought I’d share my working out success with you. The one part of my body that has shown GREAT results by regular excercise and resistance training. I know I’m a little late for HNT, but I hope you’ll all forgive me ;)

legggggggggggggs

They’re a little pale. And you can CLEARLY see my red penguin nightshirt. How embarassing. But I’ve lost a total of 13 inches off my thighs. And that is FUCKING FANTASTIC! DAMN SKIPPY I’m showing them off!

So there ya go. A little bit of fun for friday. Now go drink green beer till ya puke :)

***update***

the bread is tasty. I’m sure that’s been eating at you while you’ve been reading this post. Rest assured. Tasty bread.

A sciencey post of experimental goodness.

after a several month hiatus on 2D gels, my advisor demanded I decided of my own free will to pick them back up again and give it another shot.

Savvy old school readers of my blog may remember my past rants about 2D gels, which I am too lazy to go back and find and link here.

Anywho, we decided to change a couple of things - for you sciencey inclined, the problematic step has been the in gel digest. I switched to a different agarose, and decided to try both the previous enzyme, and pick another enzyme that cuts close to the first, just to see if the ezyme itself is the problem. I ran two gels, one cut with the old, and one cut with the new.

Well…it worked. Like gangbusters. It worked TOO well. USUALLY the in gel digest isn’t 100% efficient, and you can see both the cut and uncut peaks, making for a nice comparison.

The left side using the old enzyme didn’t work at all - all I can see is uncut. The right side using the new enzyme? 100% cut. Which is nice…but we’d kind of like to see both arcs, not just the cut. as it’s the comparison between the two that’s telling.

BUT…after months…no…YEARS of doing these stupid experiments, they’re finally working.

THANK GOD.

THANK YOU GOD!!!!!!

regan24 - 2260 EcoRV - worked

baaaaaaaad (fat) girl!

So I’ve failed to keep everyone up to date on how the diet is going.

miserable.

After that first initial burst of weight loss…the scale just sat there. Sometimes going up (eek!) then edging back down, but never going further down than that. After two weeks of no further loss, our instructor decided to move me to “phase 3.” This is where you go to normal eating (2000 calories per day) for a few days, until you gain something like 3 pounds. This becomes your “upper limit,” and you go back to phase 1 (1200 calories per day) for a few days, until you lose that 3 pounds again. Then BACK to 2000 calories until you gain them back, then back to phase 1 until you lose them. It should take longer and longer to gain back those pounds, until you can maintain the low weight on 2000 calories per day. Then, if you want, you can start the WHOLE process over again to lose more weight.

You start phase 3 when you plateau or reach your target weight lose. Needless to say, I didn’t quite reach my target. Not even CLOSE. I was so miserable when I found out that I had to move to phase 3. I felt like a failure. Even though everyone in my class assured me that it wasn’t, it was just how my body was, and how brave I was for trying this diet during such a stressful time in my life, yada yada yada…

Didn’t matter. I was a failure.

So I decided to REALLY let loose. 2000 calories, here I come! All the food I had been denying myself for the past month, all my cravings…finally quenched! Now I should say that it’s supposed to still be a HEALTHY 2000 calories, but I wanted to gain back that 3 pounds quickly, so I can hop back on phase 1, and work my way to equilibrium as quickly as possible. So healthy for most of the day…and then a fattening splurge for one meal.

Saturday’s endulgence: fried fish and french fries.
Sunday: mexican (mmmm…cheese….and chips!)
Monday (the worst of the lot): gnocchi, with gorgonzola cream sauce.
Tuesday: pizza for lunch

the decadence! the calories! the fat!

I went into curves and hopped on the scale.

I….

LOST WEIGHT!

holy shit, another 2 pounds.

what the HELL?

I have NO idea what the fuck my body is doing. I eat healthy: I gain weight. Cram my maw with fat: lose weight.

I guess I shouldn’t complain, but I KNOW it won’t last. And I want to start the diet over so I can reach my goal by my wedding!!! Dammit!

pass the buttah.

It’s peanut butter Sadie time!

not sure if this video will work…but I’m giving it a try:

if not, here’s the mosaic proof of doggy torture:

Peanut butter Sadie time!

Overheard at Michael’s

(the craft store, not the blogger)

a teenage girl, one aisle over;

TG: Like, we get a day off for, like, Martin Luther KING day, but, like, Jesus Christ raises from the DEAD and we, like, don’t get a day off for it????

does she know easter is on a sunday this year…and EVERY YEAR???

bubble tea!

Bubble tea! Bubble tea!

I know I’ve blogged about this before, but…

BUBBLE TEA!!!!

I don’t get it very often…bubble tea! The only place around here that I know has it is a little store at Gwinnet mall - which I don’t get to very often. But when I do…

BUBBLE TEA!!!!

Honeydew is my favorite. Last time I got it mixed with green milk tea. this time the black milk tea. both are YUMMY!!! BUBBLE TEA!

Did you know you can but BUBBLE TEA kits online?

I am tempted. I just spent another $50 on my dog to buy her damn flea and tick medicine. So I have no money left this month for BUBBLE TEA…KITS!

But ohhhh…the JOY! OF MAKING! BUBBLE TEA! AT! HOME!!!

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DING!

I know I am, like, 5 months late with this review, but we just saw King Kong today at the cheapie theater.

Can I just say, first off, that this movie set off my bullshit-o-meter more times than any movie since Evolution with David Duchovny? By the second half of the movie, all I had to do was look over at Kev, and he smacked my arm. Because he KNEW I was thinking…BULLSHIT! I KNOW it’s fantasy, but PLEASE give me just a LITTLE bit of logic so I can allow myself to suspend my disbelief JUST a little!

Things I learned watching KK:

1. White people are so unbelievably tasty, that large predators will ignore larger, already dead prey and risk their own lives fighting to get just a bite. Mmmm…tastes like chicken! White people chicken!

2. it’s possible to climb to the top of the empire state building in heels. and, like, move around up there and shit.

3. apparently, gorillas are suckers for juggling.

that is 3 hours of my life I will NEVER get back. The only redeeming part of the day was, later…

BUBBLE TEA!

*pop!* *pop!*

ESC: I’m amazed Dolly Parton’s boobs haven’t exploded yet. They’re huge! Forever huge!

Kev: she still looks damn good for her age. She’s a senior citizen, but I’d do her. A sexy senior citizen.

ESC: so she’s a…SSILF?

Kev: HAHAHAHAHA! YES! a SSILF!

hey…a post about….uhhh…

got nothing.

I realized I missed HNT, which is fine, not like I’m a regular participant, or anything. I was going to post a picture of my tongue, because I have one of those freak, angry white tastebuds on the tip of my tongue driving me crazy right now.

Then I wondered if that was a little TOO much. Have I really stooped so low? Who cares about my tongue?

I could come up with a really steamy sex post, but…yeah. got nothing there, either.

Nothing finished in my knitting world.

Booked a photographer for my wedding, and gave final approval on an invitation design…

Kev’s taking my car in to get an estimate on the damage today…

Seriously. I got nothing. Check back later. Maybe something exciting will happen.

****car update***

$500 for the car. yeowtch. She’s going to pay it herself, though.

he’s my man!

I just watched Kev eat:

raw onion

stale cornbread

Do Si Dos (peanut butter cookies)

and then wash it all down with milk.

guess who is NOT getting kisses tonight?

zombie water

wanna know what’s more irritating than acidic water?

the fact that half our lab is totally unconcerned about it. Claiming that pure water is SUPPOSED to be acidic. And that obviously we’ve been dealing with this awhile, suffering no ill effects. So obviously everything is OK. OBVIOUSLY. Even though every google search I’ve turned up says that pure water should be pH of 7. Then they just claim that our water isn’t REALLY pure…that our filters aren’t milliQ….they’re not THAT great.

A PH OF 4.2 IS OBVIOUSLY OK THEN, RIGHT? OHHH…YEAH!

drink the acidic water, ESC…go ahead…use it in your solutions….be like us….usssssssss…everything is going to be….OK….driiiiiiiink…..

my poor baby

*sigh*

My car has a nice 4 inch dent on the front side, just to the side of the driver’s side headlight.

Someone backed into me in the church parking lot while I was at choir practice.

Fortunately, she left her information with the security guard.

Who was it?

*sigh*

The pastor.

this one’s for the scientists

This morning I found myself in the unfortunate position of having to make some 10% SDS stock.

Yeah, *groan* is right. Making SDS sucks. If you’re not wearing a mask, the power goes into your lungs and make you cough, and once you get it into water, it NEVER wants to go into solution. You have to make sure the water is hot, and then get the pH just right, and it’s really just a big pain in the ass.

So I got a beaker of water heating up on the hot plate, and i measure out the SDS, and when the water hits about 60 C, I add the powder. Ideally, the temp should be 68 C, but I figure I’ll just let it stir for awhile while I go about my business.

5 minutes, later, the solution was clear. It had all..gone…into solution. Without being the proper temperature OR adding HCl to bring down the pH.

I was happy, but suscpicious.

I pH’ed it. It was around 5. It’s supposed to be 7.2 or most likely higher, as the HCl is used to bring DOWN the pH. It’s not supposed to be 5!

There are only two components…SDS and water. I tested the filtered water.

pH of 4.2.

Ohhhh…that’s not good. All our water is acidic. Even the tap water is around 5.5 What the hell? Why has no one noticed this??? How long has it been this way?? How much of our work has been affected?

WHY ARE WE ALWAYS THE ONES TO NOTICE THIS SHIT???

Seriously, it’s ALWAYS our lab. A few years ago, one of the water heaters broke. We were without hot water in the lab for weeks. Finally, we complained, and they discovered the broken heater. But there are 30 or so other labs in this building that it affected, not a ONE of them complained, or even noticed.

Anyway…I got my solution to the proper pH with a couple drops of NaOH…then I remembered that once I got it pH’ed, I had to bring the volume up to 1 liter…which with our acidic water of DOOM would fuck up the pH again.

Dammit.

AND I’m making another, more critical buffer today, too. You know, I go MONTHS at a time without making any of this shit. YEARS sometimes. Now that our water is more acidic than ACID RAIN…I’m in pH hell.

anyway…thus ends the science rant for today.

fuck you, girl scouts

You and your delicious, delicious cookies.

and your fucking FALSE ADVERTISING!

On a box of your new cookie “cafe cookies,” there is a lovely picture of a group of young girls, gathered around a woman in a leather coat, looking at what I can only presume is a flight map, and there is a small plane in the background.

The implications are obvious. Join the girl scouts! Go flying! Adventures! Personal growth!

Fuck you.

I was in the girl scouts. We learned how to make baby food and cross stitch christmas ornaments.

FUCK

YOU!!!!

mmmmm….cookies….*munch munch munch*

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helpful hints for the women of south dakota

If creepy uncle bob rapes you, this may be your only recourse (via BoingBoing).

I’m sure martha stewart will come out with her own method, using natural antibacterial agents. And a lovely flower arrangement at the end.

It’s a good thing.

Just…not for YOU.

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it’s not all ranting and hate here…

*blink*

Over the weekend, I spent more money on my dog than I’ve spent on clothes for myeslf so far this year. Included in the spendapalooza are two new matching bowls. her old food bowl was one I had made for her in one of those “paint your own pottery” places, and while she never seemed to mind, the constant reminder that after years and years of expensive and very fullfilling art classes at the carnegie museum…my artistic skillz fall depressingly short on pottery.

And over the years, the bowl had become chipped. and gross. So a new one was in order…but then it wouldn’t match the WATER bowl (which was a christmas water bowl my parent bought her years ago).

MATCHING BOWLS! HOORAY!

Notice sadie’s eyes are closed. She HATES the flash of getting her pic taken. STOP TAKING PICTURES OF ME, WOMAN!

at least it saves me the hassle of photoshopping out her demon glowing eyes.

everyone ELSE is doin’ it…

WEIRD AND/OR INTERESTING SEARCHES THAT HAVE LED PEOPLE HERE!

how long does it take for a skunk to conceive babies (Yahoo) - to CONCEIVE babies? Like…how long do they have to fuck before it happens??? Good lord, I have NO idea. The intricacies of skunk sex is something I haven’t dedicated much brain power to. Assuming that things start to smell pretty bad after awhile, though, I would say…very very quickly.

pbr bull riding and knitting (Yahoo) - wow. that is TALENT! Drinking beer, riding a bull, and KNITTING! AT THE SAME TIME! not here. sorry. lots of more talented knitters than me out there in blogland, so PLEASE let me know if you find this person!

whole night anal sex (Yahoo) - ouch.

worlds biggest dumbass’ (Google) - sorry, you wanted this site.

how to fuck a really hot chick (MSN) - if you have to do an MSN search…chances are you will NEVER have to worry about this. ever. go back to your battlestar galactica discussion forum and then for the love of god, move out of your parents’ basement.

Pwoject Wunway (Google) - you are looking for Sloth

Dear Google, please show me an orange girl with big boobs so I can stop repressing (Google) - OK, whoever you are, PLEASE stop searching for this. seriously. I’ve had, like, 20 of these hits over the past year or so. I don’t even know how you keep finding my site, as I am not listed in the search result. Of course, I will be now. Anyone who has to start a search query with “dear google” probably shouldn’t be let near a computer anyway, but orange girl? stop repressing? GO AWAY YOU SICK FUCK!

oscar confessions

Until a couple of days ago, I had never heard of “Crash.”

also, I haven’t seen any of the movies nominated for the big awards.

the last movie I saw in the theater was wallace and grommit. Before that, Narnia.

*sigh*

I have a lot of renting to do.

oh yeah…

Kev’s finally home.

How do I feel?

chafed.

;)

a picture not taken

I love my new camera, but it is bigger and bulkier than my previous camera, so I can’t just throw it into my purse and take it along with me where ever I go.

This has a downside.

Like today.

When I went to work.

There were 3 women sitting on the wall near the back entrance of the building, smoking. This was not odd.

What WAS odd, was that they were all wearing short black skirts or dresses, clunky boots, and fishnets. One of them from far away looked like a drag queen, until I realized that was her own blonde hair, teased out to eternity and sprayed frozen in place. The other two were wearing neon green wigs. all three had very goth makeup on.

one of the green wigged ones had a matching green lightening bolt in sharpie across her chest.

When they saw me, they laughed, and told me that they were cloning more of them “in there,” indicating my building.

very very weird.

and I have recieved no good explanation for why they were hanging outside a lab building on a saturday afternoon. all I can think is, I must have missed a HELL of a party when I left on friday.

messed up dreams

Last night, I dreamt I was raped.

I was in a doctor’s office. I had never seen the doctor before, and I had no idea WHAT I was seeing him for. But all of a sudden, I was naked on the exam table, and I couldn’t move my arms or legs.

He raped me, but it wasn’t violent. He just casually started having sex with me. There were serveral women nurses in there, too, and they just went about their business like it was totally normal.

I remember thinking, “I don’t want this. Why is this happening?”

It was over quickly, and one of the nurses could see I was upset and said “Don’t worry, it’s only sex!”

And then another nurse smeared a cream cheese and chive mixture on the bottom of my feet.

Then I woke up.

OK, interpret THAT!

also on my list

Old people who think that they are the ONLY customer in the bank.

STOP YAKKING OLD LADY, I HAVE CHECKS TO DEPOSIT!

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lab happenings

I took the lab’s velvets home to wash them. While I was at it, I grabbed one of our new sets of autoclave gloves that someone had gunked up with autoclave spooge. I threw them in the washer all together.

The gloves came out blue. Dingy blue.

oops.

Think anyone will mind?

non-breeder self-righteousness

a note to parents

If you have a hyperactive, noisey child who refuses to behave, and starts to make a fuss during a very somber Ash Wednesday church service, there is a distinct possibility that you will HAVE TO LEAVE! Early! Because that kid, is NEVER GOING TO SHUT UP. and taking him out into the lobby and letting him run around and scream WAAAARRRRHHHHHH!!! WAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGG!!!! HAHAHAHAHAWEEEEEEERRHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG!!! Does NOT help, as the doors are NOT soundproof, and we can STILL HEAR HIM.

And it would maybe help my burning rage if you made at least the SLIGHTEST effort to discipline him. I know he’s what, 5? But that’s plenty old enough to begin teaching PROPER CHURCH BEHAVIOR. Please, give me a “shush,” or SOMETHING.

at the VERY least, bring some fucking coloring books. You can’t expect a little kid to be quiet through a whole church service without some external stimulation.

OR…..JUST GO HOME! Sometimes, being a parent means sacrifice. You may just have to STAY THE FUCK HOME. Fair? No. Tough shit. Your kid was so loud, I could barely hear anything going on. and it’s only cute once or twice. But he never shut up THE WHOLE SERVICE. It was CONSTANT BABBLE AND SCREAMING. Inexcusable.

And that goes for the parents of ALL the kids that were there tonight. I noticed that none of the kids from MY church were acting that way. So you baptists, methodists, and lutherans…SHAPE UP!

Good christian attitude, huh? ;)
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fun work conversations

S: So I’m getting my new car!

ESC: Oh really! Who won the battle of the colors?

S: I did - I’m getting my red car!

ESC: ahhh…did you convince him with your feminine whiles? Give him the big sad puppy eyes?

S: ummmm….noooo…I used….*another* way…..

ESC: ohhh….OHHHHHHH!!!! HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! YOU ARE SO EVIL!!!

S: if HE wants to have fun ever again…I get to have MY fun, too.

I work with AWESOME people.

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one is the loneliest number

Kev is extending his visit until Friday. Seems he wasn’t feeling well all day, and therefore didn’t get to do all the fun redneck things he usually gets to do while in alabama. basically, 4-wheeling.

yeeee-ha!

The visit was successful, though. He found a new car for his mom, WITH leather seats. HEATED leather seats.

This is the longest we’ve been apart since…the christmas before last. It’s VERY DIFFICULT. I am CRAWLING THE WALLS.

It’s funny, there are some weeks where the sex just doesn’t happen. No REAL reason, we’re just tired, or our schedules aren’t synched, or…hey, is that an episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force I haven’t seen yet?

Give us a break, it’s three years this month. It HAPPENS. It’s not crazy monkey sex EVERY NIGHT. Hate to destroy that illusion you all have.

(OK, sometimes we have sex DURING aqua teen hunger force. YES, WE ARE JUST THAT KINKY!)

But NOW…when we CAN’T….ohhhh…CHRIST this is difficult.

Though the phone sex is nice.



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