Mistress of Footly Bits
Damnit. My shower was cold. This is what happens when your younger brother takes an enormously lengthy shower (why? why?? his hair is like a quarter of an inch long! also this question could not BE any more rhetorical, thankyoukindly, not that i don't trust you lot to not disturb me momentously or anything) in the middle of winter right after dinner and right before you have to wash your own (significantly a very much lot longer) hair because you are a total nana and prefer to avoid traipsing about the countrysidequarry with wet hair of a cold, rainy winter morn. And all that.
There was also pie.
I had an excessively long to do list which I was meaning to make a sovereign effort on this evening but it was scrawled on the back of, uh, my coffee receipt**, got something spilt on it and then got screwed up and is a little bit of a lost cause at this point, not only because the pencil's worn off and the biro bits are all smudged. Also, it seemed like a far better use of my turn to tuck up in front of the computer and twitch incessantly at any sign of human contact. One Of Those Days.
**Stupid New Coins Update: Still have seen nary a one, because yesterday I paid with eftpos and today the only stuff I bought I had exact change for. Besides, no one has new coins on Mondays anyway unless they are super swishy or a bank. I am in fear of what tomorrow may bring, though.
I also heard on the radio this afternoon driving home that James Blunt was surveyed in the UK to be the FOURTH MOST ANNOYING THING EVER which I can but heartily applaud and in fact hearing this vindication of -I think I speak for all of us? the charmingly insane people? and god, I'm sorry and I promise I still like you if any of you guys do, in fact, like him- my own opinion nearly made worthwhile the fact I left work half an hour late (again, and still with almost every bloody thing not finished). It was absolutely the third best thing I'd heard all day. (The Husband and Co-Wife (because I am a freak with poor impulse control) being an unordered first and second on same list. Er. That is. To clarify, they are on the 'best things I've heard all day' list. Not the other list.)
I may have mentioned in passing this morning -possibly to the Husband?- that I turfed something out that I shouldn't have (because I'm touched in the head), nearly got away with it (because I had just enough left to do the experiment so long as I didn't bollocks it up) - and then one of my coworkers accidently knocked the flask over two minutes before it was finished. So I had to start over. Which meant I had to start the entire process again with a new sample because I was fruitlooped and had biffed what I should've had left initially. Luckily I managed to get that all done and settled by middayish, so I settled into Round Three with it this afternoon. And then another co-worked knocked that flask over. I possibly would have actually cried if not for the grace of tawg that I had, in fact, just finished with it and so I didn't actually need said flask any more. Though it did, for the second time, spray all over the bench and all over my worksheet/recorded results. So I have two sheets stapled together with "solution spilled by accident" as a notation up top and they're both bright blue.
And then of course my results didn't even agree within a country mile so I had to do it for the FOURTH TIME.
*urge to stab things with a sharpened pipette...rising...*
Now, see, this experiment? It's a titration. It is, so far, the only titration we do, and even so, we do not do it very often because it's all complicated and isn't particularly necessary to know the value of what it tests all that often. Now, me? I like titrating things. In fact, one might go so far as to say I kick ass at titrations and despite not having the steadiest hands ever or the best coordination, I am very very good at measuring and judging - both by eye and feel - how to do these things. I am the fucking Zen Master of Endpoints.
That is, when there IS a distinct endpoint.
Which, in this particular method? There's sort of not. It's more sort of... exceedingly subjective. And I suck at subjective. I like alphabetical order, prime numbers and the Dewey Decimal System. I do not like "is this particular hue of blue of a similar saturation to that other because no matter what you do they will never look the same and, in fact, are actually different shades ha ha ha SUCKER!"
So, in conclusion? I think I might be doing some major own-time research to see if there's another affordable way to do it. Because this way just sort of... offends my inner scientist. Who does exist, fed by occasional CSI episodes and the odd book, walled in behind an impenetrable barrier of $4.95 paperbacks from Whitcoulls. (The inner librarian guards her space, you know. Sometimes there are even vicious bookworms. (The inner librarian also spent far too much time in her childhood watching Tremors and the immediate sequel.) The filking squids are infinitely more dangerous, however...)
Or, as I was preferring to put it by the exasperated mutiny of 5pm and Still Not Done:
Clay Index, I WILL END YOU!!!
Ahem.
...son of a festering sith lord. Why is the scanner not working? WHY? I finally got off my backside to try and scan some things on (it's on the to do list! it would also mean I could put the albums away and thus reclaim a tiny scrap more of desk space!) and now the scanner refuses to exist. Vides ergo tu es, damnit! *pokes it*
Sod this for a lark. *goes off to read instead, most put out*
EDIT: OMG. The SG-1 episode I'm watching? It pretty much looks like it was originally first gen ripped off New Zealand cable. This amuses me so very, very much.
Wait, more edit: Daniel Jackson are you HITTING ON MY FICTIONAL GIRLFRIEND?! Kat? Is he? (Also omg she is so cute. *squishes*)
Yet More of Ye Olde Editte: OMG. Claudia Black OMFG YAYE. Now I just need Amanda Tapping and Torri Higginson and Jamie Whatsit and my circle of gorgeous SF actor-type women will be complete...
One more: Daniel, you FUCKER. I nearly killed myself choking just now. "The name's Ollo. ...Hans... Ollo." DED NOW BYE.
I, um. Might have just accidently a little bit bought some DVDs. Maybe. A little. *looks innocent* (But I paid off one credit card entirely and had $50 credit on it AND this will give me my next $20 off from Real Groovy, too and-- okay, yes, I have poor impulse control, okay?)
There was also pie.
I had an excessively long to do list which I was meaning to make a sovereign effort on this evening but it was scrawled on the back of, uh, my coffee receipt**, got something spilt on it and then got screwed up and is a little bit of a lost cause at this point, not only because the pencil's worn off and the biro bits are all smudged. Also, it seemed like a far better use of my turn to tuck up in front of the computer and twitch incessantly at any sign of human contact. One Of Those Days.
**Stupid New Coins Update: Still have seen nary a one, because yesterday I paid with eftpos and today the only stuff I bought I had exact change for. Besides, no one has new coins on Mondays anyway unless they are super swishy or a bank. I am in fear of what tomorrow may bring, though.
I also heard on the radio this afternoon driving home that James Blunt was surveyed in the UK to be the FOURTH MOST ANNOYING THING EVER which I can but heartily applaud and in fact hearing this vindication of -I think I speak for all of us? the charmingly insane people? and god, I'm sorry and I promise I still like you if any of you guys do, in fact, like him- my own opinion nearly made worthwhile the fact I left work half an hour late (again, and still with almost every bloody thing not finished). It was absolutely the third best thing I'd heard all day. (The Husband and Co-Wife (because I am a freak with poor impulse control) being an unordered first and second on same list. Er. That is. To clarify, they are on the 'best things I've heard all day' list. Not the other list.)
I may have mentioned in passing this morning -possibly to the Husband?- that I turfed something out that I shouldn't have (because I'm touched in the head), nearly got away with it (because I had just enough left to do the experiment so long as I didn't bollocks it up) - and then one of my coworkers accidently knocked the flask over two minutes before it was finished. So I had to start over. Which meant I had to start the entire process again with a new sample because I was fruitlooped and had biffed what I should've had left initially. Luckily I managed to get that all done and settled by middayish, so I settled into Round Three with it this afternoon. And then another co-worked knocked that flask over. I possibly would have actually cried if not for the grace of tawg that I had, in fact, just finished with it and so I didn't actually need said flask any more. Though it did, for the second time, spray all over the bench and all over my worksheet/recorded results. So I have two sheets stapled together with "solution spilled by accident" as a notation up top and they're both bright blue.
And then of course my results didn't even agree within a country mile so I had to do it for the FOURTH TIME.
*urge to stab things with a sharpened pipette...rising...*
Now, see, this experiment? It's a titration. It is, so far, the only titration we do, and even so, we do not do it very often because it's all complicated and isn't particularly necessary to know the value of what it tests all that often. Now, me? I like titrating things. In fact, one might go so far as to say I kick ass at titrations and despite not having the steadiest hands ever or the best coordination, I am very very good at measuring and judging - both by eye and feel - how to do these things. I am the fucking Zen Master of Endpoints.
That is, when there IS a distinct endpoint.
Which, in this particular method? There's sort of not. It's more sort of... exceedingly subjective. And I suck at subjective. I like alphabetical order, prime numbers and the Dewey Decimal System. I do not like "is this particular hue of blue of a similar saturation to that other because no matter what you do they will never look the same and, in fact, are actually different shades ha ha ha SUCKER!"
So, in conclusion? I think I might be doing some major own-time research to see if there's another affordable way to do it. Because this way just sort of... offends my inner scientist. Who does exist, fed by occasional CSI episodes and the odd book, walled in behind an impenetrable barrier of $4.95 paperbacks from Whitcoulls. (The inner librarian guards her space, you know. Sometimes there are even vicious bookworms. (The inner librarian also spent far too much time in her childhood watching Tremors and the immediate sequel.) The filking squids are infinitely more dangerous, however...)
Or, as I was preferring to put it by the exasperated mutiny of 5pm and Still Not Done:
Clay Index, I WILL END YOU!!!
Ahem.
...son of a festering sith lord. Why is the scanner not working? WHY? I finally got off my backside to try and scan some things on (it's on the to do list! it would also mean I could put the albums away and thus reclaim a tiny scrap more of desk space!) and now the scanner refuses to exist. Vides ergo tu es, damnit! *pokes it*
Sod this for a lark. *goes off to read instead, most put out*
EDIT: OMG. The SG-1 episode I'm watching? It pretty much looks like it was originally first gen ripped off New Zealand cable. This amuses me so very, very much.
Wait, more edit: Daniel Jackson are you HITTING ON MY FICTIONAL GIRLFRIEND?! Kat? Is he? (Also omg she is so cute. *squishes*)
Yet More of Ye Olde Editte: OMG. Claudia Black OMFG YAYE. Now I just need Amanda Tapping and Torri Higginson and Jamie Whatsit and my circle of gorgeous SF actor-type women will be complete...
One more: Daniel, you FUCKER. I nearly killed myself choking just now. "The name's Ollo. ...Hans... Ollo." DED NOW BYE.
I, um. Might have just accidently a little bit bought some DVDs. Maybe. A little. *looks innocent* (But I paid off one credit card entirely and had $50 credit on it AND this will give me my next $20 off from Real Groovy, too and-- okay, yes, I have poor impulse control, okay?)