Last life I must have had a really bad streak of boozing and selfishness. Or, it sure seems that karma's coming 'round to roost. Lesson learned - I wont do that this time.

Now... could I get a spot of good fortune, please? I've been soldiering on as best I can, and I'll keep doing it, but a little help along the way would be fantastic.

Bah. Can't sleep. Going to try to find something productive to do while I ought to be unconscious.

The past few weeks have been rather sedentary for me. Between my job ending and not getting the new one I wanted, taking a (much needed) vacation, and being sick I've been on my butt not doing anything for longer than I'd like. I need to reverse that ( Read more... )

Turned in my keys. Got all my stuff. Cleaned up me bench. Filed my results and trained the grad students in my job. Double-checked that all of my plasmids are stored, correctly labeled, and organized in a rational way. Got all the flies taken care of. Had an uncomfortable conversation. And now, I'm headed out.

This is a damned amusing article. And, in keeping with the trend of posting stuff lately, here ya go..!

( Factcheck gets catty )

This one while I was waiting for the freezer in the lab to defrost (c/o Factcheck.org):

( Do immigrants take American jobs? )

This is just something I came across while waiting on a PCR to finish:

( Confessions of a Tenured Professor )

What exactly is immunologist grade salsa? We just received a bottle of it... and I'm highly curious. :P

( One of those letters that you write years after a break up. Cut for the uninterested, and a measure of spite. )

... Statistics.

Why oh why did my brain have to fixate on statistics?!?