'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
c) getting on the computer before leaving for work
Relatedly, I also need to stop convincing myself that I can stop working in the evenings, because I will finish up my to do list in the morning before getting to school, etc. Because, well, it just never happens. It used to, but not right now. I have the hardest time pulling my ass out of bed in the morning...even when I get like 12 hours of sleep. Stupid mono.
How much do I love the "Secretly a Cylon" xposts? THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!
ION, the monthly communists are making me cranky, and the universe isn't doing anything to help. If anyone needs anything sporked, just let me know - I'm in a very stabby mood today.
If anyone needs anything sporked, just let me know - I'm in a very stabby mood today.
Where did I put that list...?
Do we think there's any chance "Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay" will open in my tiny neck of the back woods?
In unrelated news, why does every student who enters the room feel the need to comment on the smell? I KNOW it smells bad. Seriously. This is not a new discovery.
In unrelated news, why does every student who enters the room feel the need to comment on the smell? I KNOW it smells bad. Seriously. This is not a new discovery.
I suspect it's related to the "This tastes like shit...here, try it!" phenomenon. We're all just looking for shared crappy experiences.
And of course there's the HGttG observation about humans needing to state the obvious or our brains will start working. But STILL. Splorch, I tell you, splorch a lot.
And now, I should be cramming chemistry.
Okay, I just opened the chemistry book to a random page and came across this:
"59. Captain Kirk has set a trap for the Klingons who are threatening an innocent planet. He has sent small groups of fighter rockets to sites that are invisible to Klingon radar and put a decoy in the open. He calls this the 'fishhook' strategy. Mr. Spock has sent a coded message to the chemists on the fighters to tell the ships what to do next."
And then there are clues to the message having to do with various chemicals.
OMG!
is furiously envious of Emily
is furiously envious of Emily
Er. For the chemistry? Or the smelly room?
Alas, the lovely geekiness seems to have been just a small tidbit in an otherwise ordinary chemistry book. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go compose a note-taking guide about metallurgy. And pretend I know what this means:
CaCO3(s) -(heat) CaO(s) + CO2(g)
Well, okay, I know what it means. I just don't know why.
Actually, first I need to make several copies of a guide to modeling the large intestine.
Okay, I take it back. You can be envious. My job is bizarre but cool.
CaCO3(s) -(heat) CaO(s) + CO2(g)
I read that as a recipe for hot cocoa.