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my 2cents in

everyone is posting about Steve Irwin. I guess I will, too.
Yes, his death is a tragedy. An expected one, true, but still sad. However, a bit anger for the family he left behind…

it is all well and good to be a reckless male in your youth. Running around jumping on wild animals, or doing death-defying stunts on motorcycles, or what have you.

But when you get married, and ESPECIALLY when you breed and produce offspring (hehehe), your priority is now your family. If there is a way for you to earn money that does not involve taunting death every moment of the day, then it is your responsibility to do that instead.

Yes yes, I’m sure the Irwin estate will not collapse. I’m sure there is enough money in the bank for the wife and kid to live a comfortable if not luxurious existance for the rest of their lives.

But she goes to bed alone tonight.
His daughter’s memory of him will slowly fade, until she only remember bits and pieces. A word, a fun moment, a wiped away tear.

And was that worth it? You may say he was a great conservationalist, but so are many people. You don’t see Jane Goodall wrestling with chimps, do you? Steve could have left the croc wrangling to someone else.

Of course, it wasn’t a croc. It was a sting ray. Really? I pet a few of those at the GA aquarium. I didn’t know they could back up and run you through.

I suppose you could say “he died doing what he loved to do,” but is that better? Would you rather die young doing your favorite thing (I don’t know…a freak knitting needle accident?) or die old and frail, in your bed, surrounded by your family, who you’ve had many happy years with? Is there more honor in one than in the other?

Steve Irwin tempted fate every day. Statistically, his untimely death was almost a certainty. It does not make it less sad, but it does make it depressingly senseless.

And for what it’s worth, I had “bitten in the jugular by an angry koala” in the pool.

beating my muse to death with a thermocycler

OK, I have a serious lack of interesting things to post about here. Because on a scale of 1 to 10, my stress level has reached about a 16.4. It’s hard to post something entertaining or thoughtful or dirty when I’m one dropped ependorf tube away from stabbing someone in the eye with a pipet.
Julie says I can vent about science here. Yeah, I could, I guess. Except that it would be post after post of

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE! GET ME OUT OF HERE! I WANT TO GRADUATE!!! WHY WON’T MY LAST FEW STINKING EXPERIMENTS WORK??? FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!!!!!
Doesn’t help that everyone in the lab is in “just about to move, packing my stuff, full of stress, don’t talk to me” mode. It is not the greatest work environment.

Today I thought I’d try to lift my spirits and make me somewhat popular in the lab, I picked up a dozen donuts. Hooray! Everyone loved the donuts and my spirits were successfully lifted!
Hooray! My PCR finally worked!

Boooo! My PCR showed that my strains are not what I want them to be!

It’s a rollercoaster of emotions in the lab, and I don’t have the energy to post it all here. So please just assume that everything is seriously sucking from now on, unless I post otherwise.

Thank you.

PS: if you are feeling at all down about your relationship (and let me assure everyone that I’m DEFINATELY not, I’m just making a point), please go watch “my fair brady: we’re getting married!” on VH1. Your relationship will look amazingly functional and drama-less in comparison.

is “man nipples” hyphenated?

Am I starting to repeat myself as a blogger? I’d hate to think I’m becoming the grandma of blogland.

YES, Gramma, we HEARD that story before.

I may have posted this next thing before.

But once again, I saw the plastic surgery show where a transexual got boobies. Always when someone on the show gets boobies, they do the “before” and “after” shots, and the nipples are always fuzzed out. Yet when the transexual gets the boobies, the before shot isn’t fuzzed, but the aftershot is. Man-nipples OK. Man-nipples with implants? ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Censors are weird.

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So Tot’s last post got me thinking about the music for my wedding reception. We’re going all old school, but I should probably look over the band’s play list (partial play list) and pick out some songs. Fortunately, they play some of my favorites. yay! but…uhhhh…some ind of disturbing ones on there.

Big Ten Inches - (dude, I think aunt evelyn just fainted)

Bowlegged Woman - (ugly younger sister of Black Magic Woman?)

It ain’t the meat, it’s the motion - (OK, that’s what girls tell really small guys to make them feel better)

Saturday Night Fish Fry - (first off, fish fry’s are on FRIDAYS, and WHO needs a SONG about them???)

Sixty Minute Man - (can you say urinary tract infection?)

Trouble then Satisfaction - (funny, usually the trouble comes AFTER the satifaction…)

Tomorrow I may be gone - (maybe not a good one to play for a wedding)

Fortunately, there are plenty of good ones to pick from. These…will be left off the playlist, I think.

torture tv

I’m watching a special on public television about kids with cancer, and it’s killing me. there is a kid named Justin who is just reminding me so much…

why am I watching this? seriously. I should be watching food network.

I should be packing.

cleaning.

I hope Justin makes it.  and little alex.
oh shit.  there’s a part 2.  I may never know.

shit.

slimey yet satisfying???

One of the post-docs in the lab is from Korea, and I am continuously horrified at some of the stuff she has professed to enjoy eating.

I thought maybe I could gross even HER out today.

ESC: Hey, so I was watching this show called “no reservations with anthony bourdain,” where he’s this cynical, alcoholic chef who travels all over the world and eats weird shit…

N: like a reality show?

ESC: kind of, it’s a travel food show, I guess, so last night he went to Korea, and…

N: did he eat the live octopus?

ESC: *blink* …what? How did you KNOW???

N: they ALWAYS do that when people come to Korea. They always have them eat the live octopus.

OK, remind me never to go to Korea. Apparently, there is a visitors octopus clause.

So yeah, they ate chopped up live octopus on the show, that was still WRIGGLING as they dipped it in a red sauce and swallowed it down. N assured me it was delicious, and that SOME people ate the live octopus WHOLE. She also confirmed the part of the show where they ate what was essentially a stir fry made from an organ found near a chicken’s rear parts - basically, chicken butt stir fry. N described it as “chewy but delicious.” N is also the one in the lab who enjoys pupas, so please excuse me if I will just have to take her word for it.

OK, people. You people from other countries? You’re sick. Seriously. Especially the Koreans, apparently.

I totally understand the whole “use the entire animal so that nothing is wasted” philosophy. Very Native American. But you know, I’m pretty sure there were parts of the buffallo that were referred to in their language as something like “and this is the stuff we feed our dogs.”

Because, oh my god, CHICKEN BUTT? It was a tiny piece of “meat,” too. Hardly word the effort of digging it out. THROW THAT SHIT AWAY!

Or at least grind it up into sausage like my ancestors did.