"What do you mean, you don't use the word 'aliquot' in everyday conversation?"
Hi, hello, it is I! With a post. I've been lurking again, feeling boring, but now I seem to have a sufficient quantity of things to talk about that I can be arsed to make a post. Some arbitrary threshold has been reached!
So, I seem to have agreed to adopt a KITTY. The son of one of my mom's friends has a new job that involves a lot of travel, and his cat, Max, is left on his own far too often. Add into that a looming move to Montreal, and Max the cat is looking for a new home. He's a 6-year-old orange tabby who sounds like the most well-behaved cat on earth. I'll be acquiring him late next week; we'll see how he settles into an entirely new place with a new person. Poor kitty.
I am... almost sort of close to being in a position to start writing my thesis? I got the stupid, cursed Northern blot knocked off, and what remains is to finish up all the computational stuff and refine my structure. Alas, things have panned out that the data cannot give me a high enough resolution for a journal of decent impact, which is dismaying. I'm not sure if that mean's someone's going to have to re-solve with a new dataset or what. If so, I may lose first author on whatever paper emerges. *sigh*
Anyway, speaking of: shit scientists say. True story, science reporting is the world's most annoying game of telephone.
ETA: Also, this makes me laugh.
In other news I have so much new music that is making my life. Feist has a new album! Arkells have a new album! The Pack A.D.! Elliott Brood! Ohbijou!
And Dan Mangan. His new album Oh Fortune is amazeballs and his sound has grown just so MUCH, okay. I thought it'd be hard to top Nice, Nice, Very Nice, but he DID. I heart it. I mean, listen to this: Rows Of Houses. (You can also dl it there, if you like it. *cough*)
*rolls around in Canadian indie amazingness* ♥ ♥ ♥
Which reminds me I must go hunt down Bruce Peninsula's new stuff. They are back from hiatus! And amazing. (I like choirs.)
In other OTHER news it really makes me sad when I go to click on a fic rec and find the fic is locked and/or gone. I just. WOE. And TSN fandom, you're so NEW, how is there linkrot already? ;_;
Also, some flisties are going to see Jesse Eisenberg's new play soonish. I expect report will confirm what the pictures tell me: that Jesse's hair truly has a life of its own now.
I was talking about this with sansets some weeks ago, but SOMEONE needs to write a fic where Andrew takes time off his ridic schedule to go visit Jesse while he's in Rome filming the Woody Allen movie that will probably have another title change at some point. BECAUSE, what I really want in my life is Andrew/Jesse/Ellen Page fic because Ellen Page just makes everything better and I have FEELINGS about Jesse and Ellen co-starring in things together. Andrew and Ellen would have ridiculous hipster arguments while they drag Jesse to all the major tourist spots and some not-so-major ones (they like to hear what morbid historical facts he comes up with) and Andrew, like communes with all the Vespas and drinks too much espresso. Andrew and Ellen probably have, like, scooter races while Jesse pre-dials the paramedics on his cell. And also they drink a lot of wine and make out.
Yes? Yes.
So, that's me that the moment. Boring, yet full of nonsense! ♥?
So, I seem to have agreed to adopt a KITTY. The son of one of my mom's friends has a new job that involves a lot of travel, and his cat, Max, is left on his own far too often. Add into that a looming move to Montreal, and Max the cat is looking for a new home. He's a 6-year-old orange tabby who sounds like the most well-behaved cat on earth. I'll be acquiring him late next week; we'll see how he settles into an entirely new place with a new person. Poor kitty.
I am... almost sort of close to being in a position to start writing my thesis? I got the stupid, cursed Northern blot knocked off, and what remains is to finish up all the computational stuff and refine my structure. Alas, things have panned out that the data cannot give me a high enough resolution for a journal of decent impact, which is dismaying. I'm not sure if that mean's someone's going to have to re-solve with a new dataset or what. If so, I may lose first author on whatever paper emerges. *sigh*
Anyway, speaking of: shit scientists say. True story, science reporting is the world's most annoying game of telephone.
ETA: Also, this makes me laugh.
In other news I have so much new music that is making my life. Feist has a new album! Arkells have a new album! The Pack A.D.! Elliott Brood! Ohbijou!
And Dan Mangan. His new album Oh Fortune is amazeballs and his sound has grown just so MUCH, okay. I thought it'd be hard to top Nice, Nice, Very Nice, but he DID. I heart it. I mean, listen to this: Rows Of Houses. (You can also dl it there, if you like it. *cough*)
*rolls around in Canadian indie amazingness* ♥ ♥ ♥
Which reminds me I must go hunt down Bruce Peninsula's new stuff. They are back from hiatus! And amazing. (I like choirs.)
In other OTHER news it really makes me sad when I go to click on a fic rec and find the fic is locked and/or gone. I just. WOE. And TSN fandom, you're so NEW, how is there linkrot already? ;_;
Also, some flisties are going to see Jesse Eisenberg's new play soonish. I expect report will confirm what the pictures tell me: that Jesse's hair truly has a life of its own now.
I was talking about this with sansets some weeks ago, but SOMEONE needs to write a fic where Andrew takes time off his ridic schedule to go visit Jesse while he's in Rome filming the Woody Allen movie that will probably have another title change at some point. BECAUSE, what I really want in my life is Andrew/Jesse/Ellen Page fic because Ellen Page just makes everything better and I have FEELINGS about Jesse and Ellen co-starring in things together. Andrew and Ellen would have ridiculous hipster arguments while they drag Jesse to all the major tourist spots and some not-so-major ones (they like to hear what morbid historical facts he comes up with) and Andrew, like communes with all the Vespas and drinks too much espresso. Andrew and Ellen probably have, like, scooter races while Jesse pre-dials the paramedics on his cell. And also they drink a lot of wine and make out.
Yes? Yes.
So, that's me that the moment. Boring, yet full of nonsense! ♥?