Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Who Was I? 


Johnnie Cochran employing the dreaded Chewbacca Defense. Taken from www.connect-dots.com/Poofs/chewbacca.htmlPosted by Hello

Wow. I was totally blindsided by this one: Johnnie Cochran died today. I had no idea he had been seriously ill. I could say so much about his most famous client, and ask how the search for "the real killer" of his wife is going, but I try not to speak ill of the recently departed (unless it's someone like Saddam, I suppose). The one point I think everyone would agree on is that if someone was in deep legal crap, it would be wise to see if Johnnie Cochran was available.

In memorium, I provide Johnnie's most brilliant legal maneuver (fictionally, anyway), the Chewbacca Defense from South Park:


Ladies and gentlemen of the supposed jury, Chef's attorney would certainly want you to believe that his client wrote "Stinky Britches" ten years ago. And they make a good case. Hell, I almost felt pity myself!

But ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, I have one final thing I want you to consider: Ladies and gentlemen this [pointing to a picture of Chewbacca] is Chewbacca. Chewbacca is a Wookiee from the planet Kashyyyk, but Chewbacca lives on the planet Endor. Now, think about that. That does not make sense! Why would a Wookiee—an eight foot tall Wookiee—want to live on Endor with a bunch of two foot tall Ewoks? That does not make sense!

But more important, you have to ask yourself, what does this have to do with this case? Nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, it has nothing to do with this case! It does not make sense!

Look at me, I'm a lawyer defending a major record company, and I'm talkin' about Chewbacca. Does that make sense? Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense. None of this makes sense!

And so you have to remember, when you're in that jury room deliberating and conjugating the Emancipation Proclamation... does it make sense? No! Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, it does not make sense.

If Chewbacca lives on Endor, you must acquit! The defense rests.


I will be kind, and say "Rest in peace," but it could be debated exactly where Johnnie is "resting" right now.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Pittsnoglulous 

The regional final games of this year's Men’s' NCAA Basketball tournament have been more exciting than anyone could have scripted. Three games went to overtime (one to double-overtime), and the fourth game was hotly contested enough to cause UNC fans like Caltechgirl to go prematurely gray.

Unfortunately, West Virginia lost yesterday which means the basketball audience will deprived of the best-named player in the tournament, Kevin Pittsnogle. Damn, and I just discovered the mighty Pittsnogle. Alas, Gobo at Too much TV will have to find something to write about other than Pittsnoglisms.


Happy Easter to everyone, and may you and your loved ones share in God's blessings on this holiest of days.

Friday, March 25, 2005

Walking Calamari 

The marine bio story for today: It's been discovered that two species of octopuses walk on two legs.

Octopuses occasionally stroll around on two arms, UC Berkeley biologists report

Two species of tropical octopus have learned a neat trick to avoid predators - they lift up six of their arms and walk backward on the other two.

This first report of bipedal behavior in octopuses, written by University of California, Berkeley, researchers, will be published in the March 25 issue of Science.

When walking, these octopuses use the outer halves of their two back arms like tank treads, alternately laying down a sucker edge and rolling it along the ground. In Indonesia, for example, the coconut octopus looks like a coconut tiptoeing along the ocean bottom, six of its arms wrapped tightly around its body.



Besides the "Gee, that's pretty neat" factor, this behavior could revolutionize the field of robotics:


"A lot of behavior is built into the ganglia (nerves) of each octopus arm, so that seemingly complex behavior is really simple," (UC Berkeley Professor Robert) Full added. Similar controls could make a soft robotic arm a lot easier to control than it would seem, and make it feasible to build an octopus robot that walks.


A soft robot would conceivably have a greater range of motion than today's stiff robots. But how would they fare on Battlebots?

Another neat part of this story is the discovery was made by a grad student.


(UC Berkeley graduate student Crissy) Huffard first noticed the coconut octopus, Octopus marginatus, dancing along the sand in 2000, while helping a film crew obtain octopus footage off the island of Sulawesi in Indonesia. The octopus, with a head about two inches long, lives on the sandy bottom in water some 20 to 30 meters (60 to 100 feet) deep, among lots of sunken coconuts, and even hides out in the shells of coconuts, drawing two halves around it to hide.

Its weird walking behavior, no doubt noticed by numerous other divers, has apparently never been reported in the scientific literature, she said.


Not all neato scientific discoveries are made by some big-named tenured professor. You could be doing research, notice something, and the next thing you know you're in the news. Cool.

When I was taking Aquatic Bio at UCSB, I heard quite a few anecdotes about just how smart octopuses were. My all time favorite was the story of the missing fish. In a lab, there were several tanks which included fish tanks and octopus tanks. The lab personnel began to notice their fish were mysteriously disappearing. They set up a camera, and discovered why, the octopus would lift up the lid of the octopus tank, crawl across the table to the fish tank, get into the fish tank, eat the fish, and then return to the octopus tank. A pretty neat trick for an invertebrate.

Another of my favorite tricks is when an octopus ends up on my plate in the form of calamari. Yum!

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Enough Already 

I knew when I first started hearing about this story years ago that I was going to deliberately avoid it. My instincts have been proven right; it seems to have brought the very worst in nearly everyone involved. Everyone things they are so damned high and mighty on this. As for me, I'm still sorting out my feelings on the matter. And if my lack of moral clarity isn't good enough for some people, well they can go kiss my ass.

I just hope Terry eventually rests in peace, and I intent this to be all I write here on this matter.

UPDATE: If you're just dying to know what my stand on the case is (yeah, right), I find that I agree pretty much with this from Mean Mr. Mustard. Zipping my lips now.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Oberti Olives and the Passage of Time 


Photo of Fresno icon Al Radka, shamelessly ripped off from Fresyes.comPosted by Hello

I hate it when people from my childhood pass away.

Al Radka, a local Fresno celebrity, passed away back on March 11. The name won't mean anything to anyone who wasn't in Fresno from the late 1940's to the 80's. However, virtually any Fresnan from this period not only knows who Al Radka was, but can probably sing the first verse from several of his local TV commercial jingles.

My favorite local ad of all time was his Oberti olives TV commercial. It featured Radka signing his love to a woman on the balcony, which turned out to be a giant can of olives. Really though, any written description couldn't do it justice. It was surreal in a warm, funny sort of way.

I assume every place has had its local TV celebrity. Someone like Cal Worthington (Go see Cal! Go see Cal!) was to Los Angeles. A person unknown outside of where he lived, but someone who is in the collective memory of everyone from that town. It's kind of like a secret, a way to connect with those we grew up with, while everyone else asks, "Who the Hell is Al Radka?".

Hat Tip: Fresyes. Also see Randy Phillips for the first and second verses to the Producers jingle.

Monday, March 21, 2005

Five Questions 

Here is my attempt to revive Caltechgirl's five questions to bloggers meme. I choose friend and Gaucho alum Helen as my victim subject. Here are your questions, Helen:

1.) Anyone who's read your blog knows Disneyland is a major part of your life. What is your all-time favorite story/memory of the park as a kid (before the current D-land crowd was in the picture)?

2.) You live in Redondo Beach. What make the RB/South Bay area so cool, and what sets it apart from places like Santa Monica, Hollywood, or (especially) the OC?

3.) Can you name common traits that exist in all the guys you've been attracted to? What do you consider sexy? (OK that's two, too bad).

4.) Hey movie buff, what's your all time favorite movie?

5.) Any good stories from the UCSB dorms?

You can give your answers in the comments and/or put in on your blog. Get to it!

Grumble 

It's cold and rainy, which I don't mind at all. But my mood is like the weather, which I do mind. I've decided to get serious about the whole sleep thing, so today I set the alarm for 10am. As much as it pains me to write here, I have to admit that it was the earliest wake-up time for a non-appointment day in as long as I can remember.

Lately, I've occasionally gone up to the Bodega Marine Lab to help out there, but I have to get up at 6am to do that. This week, in addition to the 10am daily alarm, I'm going up tp BML twice, and tomorrow I promised to help out some at The Marine Mammal Center. It's my attempt to avoid Couch Potato-itis, and to keep my toe in the marine bio community. The downside is that I get up at 6am for three of five weekdays, and at 10am on the other two. This is after my body was used to waking up at noon. Bleeegh.

Lob listings add to my crankiness. Aside from the length of time if been looking (three months) and scarcity of quality positions, my biggest pet peeve is poorly written job postings. Hiring managers justifiably expect me to put for the most coherent, well-written resume and cover letter possible, yet some of them lazily pump out job postings that appear to be written by a cage full of monkeys. Case in point:

Job Code xx-xxxx.

Description:
Assures the accountability, cGMP compliance, and delivery of all samples and associated documentation submitted for QC testing. Maintain and audit sample delivery logbooks, audit all sample labeling and associated documentation for accuracy and cGMP compliance, transport of samples and sample documentation to QC testing laboratories, conducts investigations to resolve and document cGMP errors or other discrepancies associated with sampling, labeling, and/or sample documentation. Acts as a champion for QC Department philosophy to site managers and ensures QC standards are satisfied. Fosters interdepartmental communication to facilitate timely evaluation of product lots and proper validation of production processes. Nature & Scope-Principal Areas of Responsibilities: - Initiates LDV record for each sample - Verifies the integrity of incoming samples along with complete and accurate documentation - Maintains label and test document accountability records, issuing and accounting for all labels and test documentation associated with each sample. - Participates in conducting, resolving, and documenting all investigations of sample document errors and discrepancies. - Conducts all sample-specific activities for the QC laboratories: acquiring samples, accountability of samples, Labeling and storing samples, issuance of associated testing documentation, and conducting, resolving, and documenting sample-specific problems and discrepancies. - Interacts with Operations and QC laboratory supervisors to correct deficiencies and facilitate delivery of samples for testing. - Maintains sample storage conditions prior to and during delivery to labs - Maintains product retains for in-process and final container samples - Supports monthly product release by providing timely and accurate sample delivery - Performs inspection and sampling of all final container retain samples - Ensures accuracy and timeliness of LDV sample data, where QC Sample Management personnel initiate the LDV entry - Provides support for site projects - Fosters interdepartmental communication so that quality goals and timely production schedules can be attained. - Coordinates sterility sample shipment to contract labs

Requirements:
- Communicate with cross-functional partners to meet compliance requirements and release goals - Proficiency in relevant computer applications - Extensive knowledge of cGMP's, company specifications, and distribution-operating procedures is also required. - Effective communication skills, including proper grammar, are essential in order to report (both in writing and verbally) data and product impact. - Must posses keen assessment skills and the ability to distinguish insignificant deviations from significant deviations that jeopardize the integrity of the material to be released.



Needless to say, I didn't apply. After deciphering this, I'm not qualified (I think). No mention of years experience required, text entered as a one solid, eye-straining block without breaks. I love that effective communication skills are listed in the requirements; they didn't communicate effectively with me.

If anyone in the San Francisco Bay Area is looking for a biotech Manufacturing Associate, let me know! Email me or leave a note on the comments. I’ve had it with sitting around, and I’m missing the lab coat, latex gloves, and pipette. I’m more than ready to work.

P.S.: To read a very similiar rant, check out Caltechgirl's venting. Misery loves company.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Maple Syrup, Cinderella, and Busted Brackets 

OK, I should have known better.

I'm getting the twitches from too much March Madness. Too many games, and it's only the first Friday. Still, like the TV/Sports addict that I am, I'll likely be watching again Saturday and Sunday.

I didn't make a bracket this year. My brackets usually suck anyway, since I don't follow college hoops before the Tournament and therefore make bad picks. That being said, I'm sure everyone's bracket is now oficially busted. Any people saying they picked both Vermont and Bucknell are lying. Ha.

The NCAA Tournament is actually geared at least as much to casual fans as to the hardcore basketball nuts. During the NFL season, if I'm watching a non-descript NFL game with my mom, she will inevitibly ask "Which team should I root for?". I must then somehow articulate my convoluted personal hierarchy of NFL teams in order to justify why I think she should root for a particular team.

In contrast, the NCAA makes life so much easier. They even rank all the teams for us. The answer to "Who should I root for?" is a piece of cake. When there are no other factors, like locality or hated rivals playing, the answer is "Pick the team with the largest number (lowest seed)." Easy.

It allows any wannabee fan (like me), to say "Yeah, go you...whatever the Hell your mascot is." As if most of the people watching the games were fans of Vermont or Bucknell before they both pulled off upsets tonight. When I think of Vermont, I think of maple syrup, ice cream, Dean Screams, and Newhart. That's a TV series that should be on DVD, but I digress. After tonight, everyone will pretend they always knew the stats of Bucknell's backup point guard. It's poser heaven.

As for Vermont, now that they've upset Syracuse, now they're going to play Michigan State, and Duke, and Kentucky, and North Carolina......

OK, I'll stop now.

More Fun Than Dysentery 

I am Ebola. Hear Your Organs Squelch.
Which Horrible Affliction are you?
A Rum and Monkey disease.

Congratulations, you're ebola!

You start, innocently enough, with a headache; a fever; chills. Nothing special. Might as well be the flu. But that is only the beginning.

You move on through the unpleasant symptoms list, inducing vomiting, abdominal pain and diarrhea. You start to shut down the kidney and liver, and start to cause bleeding both internally and externally, with little or no clotting. Finally, the patient crashes and bleeds out, in a veritable explosion of blood. Anyone who has contact with that blood, or any of the patient's body fluids while s/he is infected, is also liable to get you. Now that's what I'm talking about!

Good times. Ripped off from Acidman Rob.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

That Damn Carniverous Media 

Today (what's left of it) is International Eat an Animal for PETA Day. As for me, I had yummy chicken, mac and cheese, and (gasp!) green beans. But I did also have a chocolate bundt cake smothered in animal fat.

Apparently, the producers of The Amazing Race decided to show their solidarity (I would like to think so anyway). Tonight's last challenge was for one of the team members to consume four pounds of meat cooked at a traditional Argentinean barbeque. Yum! Most teams actually passed. If I was in the race, I likely woul have passed as well, but I would have enjoyed trying. Much better than those tofu burgers.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Sunday Brunch 

In honor of Sunday Brunch, here is a post full of varied, small thoughts:

* I ended getting about three hours of sleep last night. I got to bed around 10:30pm, which is far earlier than before. Unfortunately, I woke up at 1:30am and stayed up. Bleegh.

* Speaking of bleegh, I hope Caltechgirl and DH are doing better than last night. Flu sucks.

* I know I'm a confirmed Wikiholic. After saying I was going to steer clear of Wikipedia for awhile, I ended up going back looking up things Canadian, for some reason. I only spent a half hour on, but I learned what a Gordie Howe hat trick is, and that the Stanley Cup does not float. Damn NHL strike.

* Speaking of the NHL, the BBC has a good article about how some players are trying their hand at Russian hockey.

* A couple of Blogger weblogs of interest. The first is apparent the first Afghan blog (hat tip: Buzzmachine), written by an Afghan man who served as an interpreter for the US army. The other blog comes from Rosie O'Donnell (hat tip: Blogger Buzz). As corny as it sounds, I still get blown away how people who are rich, famous, poor, ect. all communicate using the same tools as teens, housewives, and I use. It does make the world feel smaller.

* The NCAA basketball brackets are to be announced later today. I admit I'm one of thoe people who don't follow college hoops until the tournament starts, but then will gourge on 12 hours a day of tournament games. I may have more thoughts on ths later when the brackets are out.

Enjoy your Sunday, and I must go pay off that sleep debt now.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Under the Hot Lights 

Caltechgirl has decided to start a meme wher she interrogates interviews various bloggy buddies. Apparently I'm the first victim subject. So here are her original questions, along with my answers. Pardon the length, but the longer answers are worth the read (at least I say so).


So Exgaucho Ben, here are my 5 questions for you:

1. Explain the famous UCSB "tortilla incident"


Ahh, a proud moment indeed. Heh. Allow me to tell the story:

The “tortilla incident” Caltechgirl speaks of took place on February 13, 1997. I know because I was there, and I saved the article from the college paper Daily Nexus. Alas, there is no online article I can point to, so I will post the intro from the written article:

ESPN Brings Out the Best in Gauchos

Santa Barbara Upsets UOP 75-69 Despite Three Tortilla Technicals

Yier Shi
Staff Writer

Despite three technicals and one ejection, the UCSB Men’s basketball team is still glowing after a 75-69 upset of conference-leading University of the Pacific…

…The nationally televised game was interrupted many times because some of the 5,315 Gaucho fans overextended the Santa Barbara tortilla-tossing tradition.


This tradition is one where, during nationally televised men’s basketball games, UCSB fans would throw tortillas onto the court at the start of the game. A gaucho is an Argentinean cowboy, tortillas are Mexican food. I don’t get it either.

It was considered a playful tradition, that didn’t cause much harm, except for all that wasted food of course. Anyway, the problems started a few years before, at another ESPN game at SB. Apparently, a few less-than-schooled fans took to throwing tortillas during the entire game instead of just the beginning. You can see how this would be a problem.

To make matters worse, some tortillas fragments got in one of the ESPN cameras, and they were none too pleased. The university had to buy ESPN a replacement, and it was years before they returned to Santa Barbara.

That brings us to 1997. The university was justifiably on-edge about a potential repeat and nationwide embarrassment. Therefore, it was proclaimed that all UCSB students would be searched at the gates to insure that no tortilla contraband made in into the arena.

Not a terrible idea in of itself, but the execution of the plan made any problems exponentially worse. The UCPD allocated only a handful of student Community Service Officers (CSOs) to conduct the searches. The result was what one would expect, the CSOs couldn’t possibly search the large mass of students in a timely manner, and the teams took the court with the majority of students still stuck in the queues outside. At some point, events reached critical mass, and the CSOs wisely got out of the way of the unruly students.

A wave of unsearched, tortilla-laden students poured in the arena, and managed to take their seats. After the initial deluge of tortillas that resulted in the three technicals, and a 1-0 score for UOP before the tip-off, tortillas flew intermittently throughout the remainder of the first half.

Things quieted down in the second half; meanwhile an exciting, close game unfolded on the basketball court itself. The only serious blight was an errant tortilla with a few seconds on the clock and the Gauchos up by a precious few points. This led the UCSB coach to take to the microphone to berate the ill-timed tortilla tosser. USCB was able to pull out an emotional win.

The fallout of the Tortilla Incident was that yet again ESPN was wary to broadcast from the confines of the UCSB Thunderdome, and did not return until 2001. This time, however, events were much less chaotic, and ESPN found the atmosphere at UCSB was one which made for great television.

Ahh, memories.

2. Who is your favorite non-major Simpsons character and why? What's your favorite episode?

Easy question. In fact Michele at ASV has already tackled this issue. C. Montgomery Burns, hands down. Exxxxcellent!

Since that was an easy question, I'll give you my 10 favorite Simpsons episodes:

My favorite: The Summer of 4ft. 2, where Lisa makes friends while on vacation at the Flanders' beach house. It features the beach, and an unpopular kid making friends; two things I can strongly relate to. Plus it has arguably Homer's best monologue:

Homer goes shopping for fireworks at the Li'l Valu-Mart, with a
clerk that looks almost like Apu.

Hi... ummm... let me have some of those porno magazines... large box
of condoms... a couple of those panty shields [quickly] and some
illegal fireworks [back to normal] and one of those disposable enemas.
Ehhh... make it two.
-- Homer shops for illegal fireworks, "Summer of 4 Ft. 2"

My apologies, sir, but the sale of fireworks is prohibited in this
state and is punishable by a f...
[the last customer leaves]
Follow me.
-- Moral values up high, "Summer of 4 Ft. 2"


The rest of my list, in no particular order:

Homer Defined. Homer accidentally saves the nuclear plant.

Homer the Heretic. Homer's life improves when he stays home from church.

Mr. Plow. Homer and Barney compete for Springfield's snowplow business.

Marge vs. the Monorail. A crooked businessman convinces Springfield to buy a monorail.

Deep Space Homer. Homer is chosen to go into space for NASA's average-naut program.

Treehouse of Horror V. My favorite Halloween episode. A Shining parody, Homer time travels via toster, and the cafeteria uses students for school lunch.

Homer the Great. Homer joines the Stonecutters.

Lisa's Wedding. A look into the future to Lisa's wedding day.

King-Size Homer. Homer intentionally gains weight to get on disability.


3. Why on earth would anyone ever have called you "Kingsley"?

Heh, don't ask me, ask old HS friend Meli. She got it from watching Ghandhi. Gandhi being played by Ben Kingsley, which was transferred to me: Ben=Kingsley. Talk about stream of consciousness running amok.

4. Boxers or Briefs?

So you wanna know, huh? Though you were married. I wear what I feel like at the time.

5. What's your motivation for blogging?

I had been reading blogs going back to early 2002. I was blown away by the concept. I started my own blog to:
1.) Talk about things that interest me.
2.) (Hopefully) to have people hear my opinions.
3.) To improve my writing skills (still working on that one).
4.) To make connections with people, and break a little farther out of my shell.
5.) To learn a little HTML.
6.) And, to steal a phrase from Acidman Rob."A ceaseless quest for adoration from people who don't know me." Yes, I have my shallow side.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Not Maximus! 

I was wondering if the terrorists would try to pull off something like this: Apparently the FBI overheard terrorist chatter about kidnapping actor Russell Crowe.

In one of the more unlikely terrorist plots, the Oscar winner has revealed that he was a kidnap target for the network, and that the FBI was so concerned about his safety that it gave him protection for four years.

The FBI told him that terrorists had devised a "cultural destabilisation plan" that involved seizing high-profile actors.


OK, so al-Qaida has awareness to target something Americans are truly interested in: Hollywood movie actors. Of course Crowe, arguably best known for his role in the Oscar-winning movie Gladiator, was born in New Zealand and spend his childhood in Australia.

Life imitates art imitates life.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Ash Tuesday 


Ash plume from Mount St. Helens, visable from downtown Portland, (KGW photo)Posted by Hello

I don't quite know how I'd feel if I had a volcano in my backyard. Especially those times when it decides to remind everyone that it's there.

It looks like Mount St. Helens decided to wake up, from Portland, Oregon TV station KGW:

MOUNT ST. HELENS, Wash. -- The U.S. Geological Survey said a 36,000-foot plume of steam and ash emerged from Mount St. Helens on Monday evening; it was visable from downtown Portland and elsewhere around northwest Oregon and southwest Washington.

The eruption about 5:25 p.m. (US Pacific Time) was the largest one to occur at the volcanic mountain in months. It followed increased earthquake acitivity that was reported just minutes before the eruption occured.


If I was in the area, I'm sure I would try to get closer to get a closer look. But I wouldn't want to be the one to volunteer to appease the volcano. Anyone have suggestions about who we should throw in?

UPDATE: It's only 6:58pm PST (1.5 hours after the event), and the Wikipedia Mt. St. Helens page has already been updated! Beat that Brittanica!

Isn't Dirty Harry an Extremist? 

I should get this quote as a bumper sticker for my car. But I still would have liked to have seen Scorsese get the Best Director Oscar.

I can truthfully say there are a bunch of issue I can't say what my position is, like tort reform (What the hell is tort reform? I guess I should know, but honestly, who has the time?). I'm increasingly of the opinion that I like Republicans on foreign policy, and Democrats on everything else. With a couple of exceptions. But what the hell do I know?

Along those lines, Mary Madigan recently linked on Dean's World to a quiz that tells if you are part of the so-called New Silent Majority. A few of the questions:

You voted for Kerry, but you still have one of those ‘Kerry haters for Kerry’ stickers on your fuel-efficient car.

You wonder when a petulant hissy-fit became the same thing as social activism

You live in a blue state, where having conservative opinions makes you feel like a Commie in the Thirties; Sneaking into cell meetings, secret handshakes, wondering if you need lookouts before a meeting..

You know that the idea that Arabs can’t handle Democracy is racist.

You thought Pat Robertson’s 700 club was the epitome of jaw-dropping insanity until you found the Democratic Underground. Then you thought DU was crazy – until you found Indymedia.

You wonder when word ‘liberal’ came to be defined as reactionary leftists and socialists.

You stub your toe and you don’t blame the Bush administration.

The success of the elections in Afghanistan, Iraq and the possibility for reform in Lebanon and Egypt doesn’t prompt you to tear out your hair and rend your garments.

You don’t care if you’re a member of the New Silent Majority because labels are a waste of time..



Oooh, I like the first one. If I had a Prius, I would totally have that sticker on the back of it.

Oh well, I guess I'll just live with the fact that I have muddled politics. Sometimes though, I do envy those "true believers" who can shout down their opponents with such conviction.

Isotopic Goodness in Every Bite 

This may explain why I'm having trouble with people lately, not to mention my mood:


What Flavour Are You? I taste like Nuclear Waste. Delicious.I taste like Nuclear Waste. Delicious.


Tasting like nuclear waste is a good thing - nothing bites me, nothing eats me, few things even touch me. I appreciate the solitude my harsh exterior brings. What Flavour Are You?


Via Caltechgirl.

Up Off the Canvas 

I'm a little down tonight. The Genentech interview I had mentioned previously has come and gone. The HR lady called today and said "Thanks, but no thanks," or something to that effect. It was too bad, because I was pretty impressed with the place. Yes, they are the 800-pound gorilla of biotech, but everyone there seemed friendly, and the work environment was vastly better than certain other large companies where I've worked before.

I try to stay positive, and take this attitude: There's nothing wrong with getting knocked down, but after that the courage comes in geting back up. So, all I can do right now is keep sending out those resumes, and re-evaluate my plan if I don't here back from anyone for a couple weeks.

And watch those finances. Hopefully I won't have to resort to Top Ramen like I did after a 2003 layoff.

Maybe I should just get a sign that says "Will DNA Sequence for Food."

Friday, March 04, 2005

I Had To Say It 

I couldn't let this pass by:

Today is 03/04/05.

Don't say I didn't warn you all that I'm a dork.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

He Hate These Names 

Anyone remember the XFL? Probably not, considering it was the lowest rated prime-time show EVER. One of the XFL's more popular gimmicks was to allow the players to put nicknames on their jerseys.

Michele posts a link to the 1121 words and phrases the NFL will not allow you to put on a customized jersey. Be sure to click on the link, but don't read it while drinking any beverage, unless you don't mind your computer screen getting sprayed.

Commentors on FARK.com found some creative words and phrases the NFL didn't get in its list.

Oh, and HE HATE ME is on the list too. Dammit!