1. 16:13 17th Aug 2014

    Notes: 1

    I had a great BM; here it is.
    I went to Hot Topic; they were out of Doctor Who shirts.
    I got an Orange Julius; here’s a photo of me having an Orange Julius.

    Glorious.

    FWIW, for a brief period of time, I was convinced—in a “forcing labmates to read it while I watched” sort of way—that my first super positive exposure to the cruise wife, was far more important than anything else they could have been reading.

     
  2. 11:21

    Notes: 4

    Tags: transit adventures

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    This, on the side of the road last week, was what I was trying to focus on in the too bright morning when the Deadpool biked by me. 

I entertained the notion (and still kind of like to think) that the quote was writ mockingly but affectionately by his pals, like it was something he said as a young man that his peers would trot out in singsong for the back half of his life whenever he was slow to muster, as most of the alternatives are much more sad.

    This, on the side of the road last week, was what I was trying to focus on in the too bright morning when the Deadpool biked by me.

    I entertained the notion (and still kind of like to think) that the quote was writ mockingly but affectionately by his pals, like it was something he said as a young man that his peers would trot out in singsong for the back half of his life whenever he was slow to muster, as most of the alternatives are much more sad.

     
  3. 13:33 16th Aug 2014

    Notes: 1

    The Word Note bits on -Dictionary are always my favorite parts; and I know it has come up before that I’ve entertained inappropriate notions about these be-lettered “working writers” offering perspectives.  However, (despite the fact that I may [sometimes secretly, sometimes openly] champion looking things up instead of asking dumb questions) it had never occurred to me to poke at Google in this regard, because everything else in that application is hyperlinked and usually I have it set up to show the Dictionary/Thesaurus/Applebits/Wikipedia/British Dictionary/British Thesaurus (the last two are sometimes extra delightful),

    I guess I thought that Word Notes were from the apple side of things.  BUT, NO: They are O.A.W. folks, and consequently probably from the contributing editors, and consequently I may have unknowingly entertained scandalous and weird fantasies about a gentleman with a family.  Eek.  Among which: a son only 4 years my junior.  

    Lo-Lee-Ta.   Troubling.  Troub-l-ing.

     
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    Scandalized.png.
Since Doctor Donald Schaffner (can’t not write the full thing) half-outed me as a corporeal being of whom pictures can be taken—which was not exactly a secret and something you either had physical memory proof of or maybe I guess would have probably assumed, but I don’t know—here is a secondary picture of my person in a sub-24 hour period, AND a little story.  No heads, so as to maintain some plausible deniability here, and not because pictures with faces are CLEARLY vain conceits of the English.
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When I had shown up to go for a hike with my little brother and his pals in Hawaii, my concept of hiking was that of a dummy who’s predominantly lived in PA, NY, CA, TN, IN, (and camped a couple other places,) which is to say that if you say “hiking” I’m thinking “walking on” as opposed to “climbing up” and thinking “protect yourself from sticks and bugs and your nemesis the Daystar” as opposed to “consider the weight of your soon to be sweaty clothes/bag of holding”. 
Of course, I pretty much showed up the same way I dress most days; which is to say, I’m always mostly protected from sticks/bugs/direct sunlight: sweater over shirt over dress over shirt over pants.   So, if you look at that conference bag that I use most days as something purse-like, what you can see peeking out are a pair of jeans that midway up Koko-head (not as delicious as it sounds) were just conceptually abandoned as conducive to not dying on that slope.
And, so it was that that those legs were exposed to sunlight for maybe the first time in…years maybe?  If you look at the legs of Mr. Green-shirt (the aforementioned little brother), that is technically the skin color whose phenotype is more representative of the family average.  Which sort of may explain that housemate who looked at a picture of me in a family context and quipped about The Human Stain. 
The other two girls in that picture are literally models who jogged up like cartoon sherpas, and—while slouching a little so the guy behind me could be seen—my position as far away from either of them as possible was not so much a tactical move as fortuitous. There are other things about that picture, but I’d probably just redact them later.
When having dinner on Wednesday, my 6 chided me about my tendencies to do things, that others do socially, alone—in the context of a solo impromptu marathon a few years back—and I thought of this. However, it didn’t fully line up with my argument against being uncomfortable with other people because afterward it was kind of pleasant, so I put the mental picture away, but it has been knocking about in here for a couple days now and I was having a focus issue.  And here we are.

    Scandalized.png.

    Since Doctor Donald Schaffner (can’t not write the full thing) half-outed me as a corporeal being of whom pictures can be taken—which was not exactly a secret and something you either had physical memory proof of or maybe I guess would have probably assumed, but I don’t know—here is a secondary picture of my person in a sub-24 hour period, AND a little story.  No heads, so as to maintain some plausible deniability here, and not because pictures with faces are CLEARLY vain conceits of the English.

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  5. Plays: 18

    Dispatches from the Road.

    Adventure; Catharsis; Promises to keep in better touch; The kind of hugs that invoke a feeling of 127.0.0.1 (maybe a little tighter and longer than necessary, but never beyond what I could and do tend to want afterwards—
    "GOOD HUGS FROM GOOD PEOPLE: the Chinese food of human experience"—
    like the silly person I am); etc.

    (I earned it the harder way on the work portions, but I got my money’s worth on the non-work portions of this trip. I’ll be submitting receipts anyhow.)

     
  6. 13:58 13th Aug 2014

    Notes: 3

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    Yes, I would like a price quote  to purchase embroidered lab coats for all my colleagues. 
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Hah, you said that jokily, but weirdly enough, yes, all the same name.
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Yes. Yes, I did try to call this in yesterday. 
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No, I’m sure you are very busy, I’m very sorry.  I just really think the gesture would improve morale. 
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Well, mine, for one.

    Yes, I would like a price quote to purchase embroidered lab coats for all my colleagues.

    Hah, you said that jokily, but weirdly enough, yes, all the same name.

    Yes. Yes, I did try to call this in yesterday.

    No, I’m sure you are very busy, I’m very sorry. I just really think the gesture would improve morale.

    Well, mine, for one.

     
  7. 21:46 12th Aug 2014

    Notes: 2

    The Simon Family of Malls Regrets to Inform You About Your Status Vis-à-Vis Welcomeness

    1. MScientist: When I cut through here on Sunday with my rolling duffel bag, I was clearly the least classy person at this mall; supercilious white ladies were like, "someone clearly dropped the ball at riff-raff patrol."
    2. DSales: You don't look homeless. You just look...anti-establishment.
    3. MScientist: Aw, that's the nicest way anyone has ever said I looked like a hobo.
     
  8. It’s not a point of pride to be so Pavlovianically conditioned (that is a top notch rat-hole), but every time I hear parts of this in the ambient top 40 that pervades in public spaces, I am triggered to check what’s in the box (what’s in the BOX?!), as it sounds like samples of some of the Eudora Rooster’s best work since the late 90’s. 

     
  9. 23:18 10th Aug 2014

    Notes: 1

    I’ve made a lot of weird websites over the years.  (Next month, maybe I will figure some big things out.)

    I’ve made a lot of weird websites over the years. 
    (Next month, maybe I will figure some big things out.)

     
  10. 17:05 9th Aug 2014

    Notes: 2

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    Whether or not it is affiliated with the “Offbeats Music Cafe” in Australia, this one was apparently the closest “Offbeat Cafe” to the Newark Tarmac.

    Whether or not it is affiliated with the “Offbeats Music Cafe” in Australia, this one was apparently the closest “Offbeat Cafe” to the Newark Tarmac.

     
  11. Plays: 39

    "Here it is - Boner Jams ‘03. It’s a mixtape of all my favorite boner scenes in the summer of 2003."

    (Catharsis distillate: the 69s cut.)

     
  12. 20:16 7th Aug 2014

    Notes: 1

    INSIDER FACT

    A tough part of being a scientist is the fact that occasionally you will find yourself in a room with 48 other people who aren’t (or are better at pretending not to be) at least slightly tickled by the word “taint”.

     
  13. 22:11 6th Aug 2014

    Notes: 1

    PTBarnum had some colorful thoughts as regards the birth frequencies of suckers. I will neither affirm or reject his assertions. However, here is a thing I do know.

    Despite all the attention paid to baseball, America’s favorite pastime SHOULD be walking around conference centers after hours, exploring hotels with trains in them, and eventually having conversations with security where one uses gentle and confused tonality to establish reasonable doubt.

    Reclaim your whitespace, America.
    (Gross, dudes.)

     
  14. 10:09

    Notes: 2

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    New lab coat, you are speaking my language.

    New lab coat, you are speaking my language.

     
  15. 17:46 5th Aug 2014

    Notes: 1

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    I am literally sunshine and rainbows on the other side* of a deadline. 

Frogs with banjos and crows (insisting their names are Sheryl, which is a kind of ridiculous name for a bird, let alone several, so… maybe) flock to me like  Karen Carpenter was singing about my general wake. 

(*Even though another deadline is literally the day after tomorrow.  
Modest victory. Modest break.)

    I am literally sunshine and rainbows on the other side* of a deadline.

    Frogs with banjos and crows (insisting their names are Sheryl, which is a kind of ridiculous name for a bird, let alone several, so… maybe) flock to me like Karen Carpenter was singing about my general wake.

    (*Even though another deadline is literally the day after tomorrow.
    Modest victory. Modest break.)