Unironically

You can probably identify the time and place of my birth to an accuracy of +/- 2 years and +/- 500 miles by the fact that I listened to the entirety of Hootie and the Blowfish‘s Cracked Rear View (a time unit known as 1 Hootie [Hty]) this evening while doing the dishes and loved it.

Speaking of which, I absolutely despise hipsters for making it almost mandatory that I qualify this by saying “unironically”. No way. Not doing it. Allow this to be official notice that this boy enjoys everything he enjoys genuinely and honestly, and without shame. Well, maybe with a little shame.

Killjoy

Periodically, the Laboratory of Molecular Biology hosts an art show for the researchers and employees. What you see here is the flyer for the art show, with some added commentary (circled in red).

Roll eyes – Return to lab.

You, operator of this supposedly pithy pen, are everything that is wrong with the way we do science.

Elvis

The problem with having a deep voice is that, whenever I say “Thank you very much”, I think people think I’m doing an Elvis impersonation – then I wonder, am I doing an Elvis impersonation?

On embarassment

This is my lunchbox. It is original and awesome. It gets a lot of attention at work – all positive.

Yet, even that positive attention occasionally makes me feel uncomfortable. Why would this be the case? Continue reading “On embarassment”

Dream a little dream of me, in which “me” = science

I had a dream the other night. Not that kind of dream. It was about SCIENCE!

The situation in the dream was that a snake oil salesman, played by an aged Tim Matheson, was trying to sell my high school athletic department a drink powder that would give us enhanced strength if we drank only a drop. He would demonstrate this claim with some bogus “strength” tests, such as having us pull his clasped hands apart with apparent ease after consuming the miracle beverage. Continue reading “Dream a little dream of me, in which “me” = science”