Too keen.
It's Sunday, I'm in the lab. I walked through freezing temperatures, rain and icy pavements (well technically it was *on* icy pavements but never mind) to get here. Still, 1 hour or so today means that I can do tomorrow what would otherwise have to wait until Wednesday.
When you have a presentation on your work so far coming up, and no results to speak of, this becomes important.
So what's been going on in Helen-land?
I'm now a whole year older. In true third-year PhD style I spent my birthday at a chemistry conference in Nottingham (but one of our lovely post-docs made me a cake for the car) and made it home at 9pm. Still, brief takeaway dinner and full use of our bar and James' cocktail skills meant that it was a seriously awesome 3 hours of actual celebrating.
Still no results but by God I'm trying.
I'm now MCR Women's Officer. This has been relatively stress-free, if only because the outgoing president had a major blind spot between me and my sister and so added her to the committee mailing list instead. It only took 4 weeks before anyone thought to check that I was on it as well. Still, that's two meetings I've missed!
I went on an awesome holiday to Exmoor with Miss Jenny and her family. We had a cottage which was on the other side of a ford to the road (read: across raging torrent and up unpaved hill that even 4x4s would struggle on) but did have a woodburner and lots of places to store the vino. We walked, we got lost, we saw ponies, we ate, we drank, we shopped, we drove around seriously scary corners in an automatic and we sang along to S Club 7 too much for such mature and sensible people.
Quantum of Solace - is ok. Can't remember all of Casino Royale so that didn't help, but my main criticism is that it isn't Bond - it's Bourne. Doing away with the gadgets and cheesy one-liners might actually make it good but that's not the point of a Bond film. And Bond is way too trusting that the Bolivian girl will just stick around where he leaves her.
Went to see a production of Peter Pan that scores close to Dracula (of two years ago) on the poor adaptation scale but doesn't quite live up to the other's sensationally slow plotting and outdoor setting. I was highly amused by the set falling apart halfway through and the low budget flying effects (provided by the rest of the cast dressed in black picking up the appropriate person).
Essentially this post is a long way of filling in the minutes until my run in the centrifuge is finished - which it should be. Huzzah!
When you have a presentation on your work so far coming up, and no results to speak of, this becomes important.
So what's been going on in Helen-land?
I'm now a whole year older. In true third-year PhD style I spent my birthday at a chemistry conference in Nottingham (but one of our lovely post-docs made me a cake for the car) and made it home at 9pm. Still, brief takeaway dinner and full use of our bar and James' cocktail skills meant that it was a seriously awesome 3 hours of actual celebrating.
Still no results but by God I'm trying.
I'm now MCR Women's Officer. This has been relatively stress-free, if only because the outgoing president had a major blind spot between me and my sister and so added her to the committee mailing list instead. It only took 4 weeks before anyone thought to check that I was on it as well. Still, that's two meetings I've missed!
I went on an awesome holiday to Exmoor with Miss Jenny and her family. We had a cottage which was on the other side of a ford to the road (read: across raging torrent and up unpaved hill that even 4x4s would struggle on) but did have a woodburner and lots of places to store the vino. We walked, we got lost, we saw ponies, we ate, we drank, we shopped, we drove around seriously scary corners in an automatic and we sang along to S Club 7 too much for such mature and sensible people.
Quantum of Solace - is ok. Can't remember all of Casino Royale so that didn't help, but my main criticism is that it isn't Bond - it's Bourne. Doing away with the gadgets and cheesy one-liners might actually make it good but that's not the point of a Bond film. And Bond is way too trusting that the Bolivian girl will just stick around where he leaves her.
Went to see a production of Peter Pan that scores close to Dracula (of two years ago) on the poor adaptation scale but doesn't quite live up to the other's sensationally slow plotting and outdoor setting. I was highly amused by the set falling apart halfway through and the low budget flying effects (provided by the rest of the cast dressed in black picking up the appropriate person).
Essentially this post is a long way of filling in the minutes until my run in the centrifuge is finished - which it should be. Huzzah!