Ok so
yeah it's been a bit of a while.
So anyhow, I got this new job. It's at Stanford, the college that is it's own city, with a post office and stuff. true story. But yeah, I'm in the medical school working in an immunology lab. I wrangle mice and clone bacteria and stuff. Let me tell you about the mice, because they are interesting.
I learned this grab and grip. It's rather cool, and it involves picking up a mouse and restraining it in my left hand in one smooth motion. The mouse is then immobilized for my ministrations. I pierce em. I put little holes in their ears is what I do. This is for reasons twofold. I gotta collect DNA from them so I can run a PCR (polymerase chain reaction) and check for lack or presence of certain bits of DNA. Also, where I punch the holes lets me number the mice. Like uhh ok lookit this. I was gonna draw that but look somebody already did. I do that. It's actually relaxing, seeing as I'm not an animal rights nut. Speaking of which, I'm not a friggin animal rights nut.
There is also a lot of bacteria work and that is smelly and sometimes frustrating.
The downside is my commute. It's an hour and 45 minutes each way, and I usually work late. So I dunno about my social life, it's pretty fuckin limp right now. On the other hand, there is this sexcellent bar I found on campus(!) called the 750 club that has 3 dollar draught beer and damn good pasta despite kinda being laid out like a hotel bar. Also, cool bartenders. I'm worried that when school starts it'll be busy like whoah though, which is good for bar but bad for me.
I'm also living in Sunnyvale now. The 'vale. Well, that's I suppose more awesome than Cupertino.
I got a bunch of jars and other equipment to make pickles but I need a jar lifter and a rack for my canning pot. Then, I shall make pickles, including the dreaded Curry Pickle and the fearsome Whiskey Pickle! The world shall collectively rue the day I made pickles. Rue, Rue, Rue the day!
So anyhow, I got this new job. It's at Stanford, the college that is it's own city, with a post office and stuff. true story. But yeah, I'm in the medical school working in an immunology lab. I wrangle mice and clone bacteria and stuff. Let me tell you about the mice, because they are interesting.
I learned this grab and grip. It's rather cool, and it involves picking up a mouse and restraining it in my left hand in one smooth motion. The mouse is then immobilized for my ministrations. I pierce em. I put little holes in their ears is what I do. This is for reasons twofold. I gotta collect DNA from them so I can run a PCR (polymerase chain reaction) and check for lack or presence of certain bits of DNA. Also, where I punch the holes lets me number the mice. Like uhh ok lookit this. I was gonna draw that but look somebody already did. I do that. It's actually relaxing, seeing as I'm not an animal rights nut. Speaking of which, I'm not a friggin animal rights nut.
There is also a lot of bacteria work and that is smelly and sometimes frustrating.
The downside is my commute. It's an hour and 45 minutes each way, and I usually work late. So I dunno about my social life, it's pretty fuckin limp right now. On the other hand, there is this sexcellent bar I found on campus(!) called the 750 club that has 3 dollar draught beer and damn good pasta despite kinda being laid out like a hotel bar. Also, cool bartenders. I'm worried that when school starts it'll be busy like whoah though, which is good for bar but bad for me.
I'm also living in Sunnyvale now. The 'vale. Well, that's I suppose more awesome than Cupertino.
I got a bunch of jars and other equipment to make pickles but I need a jar lifter and a rack for my canning pot. Then, I shall make pickles, including the dreaded Curry Pickle and the fearsome Whiskey Pickle! The world shall collectively rue the day I made pickles. Rue, Rue, Rue the day!