Lab news.
The power went out this Friday, which was awkward and yet confusing as an electrical outage could mean anything from a terrorism attempt to a squirrel attempting to be Pikachu. Turned out to be a "failure of an electrical feeder", whatever that means. Either way, they let us go in and get our keys and then sent us all home. It would have been fun if I hadn't been in the middle of my experiments at the time.
Power's back on, now, and I'm free to go back to shocking saline solution while my mentor continues to fail at computers. S'doing wonders for my fic-writing, though. When I can see, of course; one of the things they don't tell you in the lab orientation is that your safety glasses fog up when you get warm. Then it turns into safety regulations vs. I CAN'T SEE SHIT.
In other news, I've officially ran out of room for my Transformers after purchasing a bunch of used Cybertron guys from a friend of mine to whom thirty bucks is a lot of money. Dad suggests cleaning out off the TV cabinet and stacking them all up there, but that'll still be pushing it in the space department.
Power's back on, now, and I'm free to go back to shocking saline solution while my mentor continues to fail at computers. S'doing wonders for my fic-writing, though. When I can see, of course; one of the things they don't tell you in the lab orientation is that your safety glasses fog up when you get warm. Then it turns into safety regulations vs. I CAN'T SEE SHIT.
In other news, I've officially ran out of room for my Transformers after purchasing a bunch of used Cybertron guys from a friend of mine to whom thirty bucks is a lot of money. Dad suggests cleaning out off the TV cabinet and stacking them all up there, but that'll still be pushing it in the space department.