Comments | tacit: Sex for Science! Chapter 3: It's All About the Protocol

tacit

Sex for Science! Chapter 3: It's All About the Protocol

May 23, 2011 12:49

Sex for Science! Chapter 0
Sex for Science! Chapter 1
Sex for Science! Interlude
Sex for Science! Chapter 2
Sex for Science! Chapter 3
Sex for Science! Chapter 4Our accommodations and my partner in Science's socks properly admired, it was time for business. Err, science. The business of science. And, um, stuff ( Read more... )

mad science, pictures, science, sex

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Hooray for Science! datan0de May 26 2011, 11:58:01 UTC

The door was problematic. It had a fist-sized hole in it, which one does not normally expect to see in doors; but it did not have a doorknob or latch, which one normally does.

I suspect that the problem is related more to your assumptions than to anything intrinsic to the door itself. I submit that you don't have a door with an inconvenient fist-sized hole and no latch. You have a glory hole, which may or may not be of actual use to you.

The striped socks did come into play again at one point, when the photographer got this rather awesome shot:

The photo is indeed awesome, and not just because of the socks.

The third, as I mentioned previously, is that the English language has no word to describe the experience of watching a pierced, tattoed woman you've only just met have a huge, screaming orgasm, then pull off the electrodes for the EEG machine, roll over, and start talking about sex-based differences in brain activation during sexual arousal. Dear God.If this could be compressed into 140 characters it would be the Best Tweet ( ... )

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tacit May 31 2011, 20:46:41 UTC

I had forgotten all about the lipstick marks on the lampshade! Dunno how that detail slipped by.

methanopyrus June 2 2011, 13:42:24 UTC

*sigh* seattle hotels... quirky problems...

ajaytea November 22 2011, 08:04:34 UTC

Sure, you talk about orgasms, skeevy hotel room, Science....but no mention of the cheese curds??

tacit November 23 2011, 00:35:22 UTC

Okay, the fried cheese curds were good.

Well, better than good, really. An orgy for the tongue, one might say. And the conversation with the server who served them to us was priceless, too. ("Eiffel tower? What's that?") It's only the rest of the weekend, with its mad science and inexplicable bullet holes, that nudged the cheese curds from my telling of it.