Have spent the last 3 days writing my final gene annotation report. I now have 24 hours to review a semester's worth of Advanced Inorganic Chemistry and Genetics.

Well if this major was easy it'd be called Communications.

Tea Party Nation President proposes taking vote away from tenants because they aren't rich enough to own property and don't deserve a voice

I originally put this on Facebook, but I can't say what I really want to there.

Ahem.

( Under a cut because some people have delicate eyeballs )

For Seminar class we're required to turn in an interpretive question and reflection journal entry for each reading. Mine are 12-point Helvetica, 2x space, and I can usually get everything I want to say out in 1 page. So why do I see people turning in 2 page reflections scrawled out in 1x-spaced 10 pt. Times? Trust me, it's not because I'm surrounded by budding parliamentary debators or insightful conceptual synthesists.

Daft Punk's soundtrack for TRON Legacy?

Sonogasmic.

o3o

The name of the aggravating party will not be stated, but you should know who I'm talking about.

This dickhead in question is one that has plagued my entire college career, but now I have conclusive proof that he is, in fact, a twat.

He has Firesheep installed on his computer, and told me he actively enjoys dicking about with peoples' Facebook pages. This is to "teach them a lesson about computer security."

I really want to set him on fire and push him off the bell tower, just to teach him a lesson about first aid.

My apologies, Professor, but this is not literature. It is wangst-spanking on a scale not seen before in human history. I wish to write my final paper on why Virginia Woolf should have been tossed off Dover Cliff anchored to her own typewriter. Also, by furnishing examples of enjoyable literature at the end of this semester I hope to improve the quality of the Seminar program by the removal of such utterly depressing and inane shit, since our prized Great Books program should not be the intellectual equivalent of a herpes-laden cock-slapping.

Probably not, though.

the four food groups according to digit: taco truck, taco truck, taco truck, beer

[photo via alison c]

I don't care if this is the 3rd time I've posted it this morning, it's a hipster greyhound picture so you're just going to have to suffer.

I know our parents raised us to not be rude in person, and our concern for graciousness and politeness makes it damn near impossible to accept compliments.

But in May, if/when we finally graduate and people are congratulating us on our 2.5 years of work on HERV-K113, I do not want you to be fucking gracious, polite, self-effacing, or saying "oh it was mostly X's work &c."

I want you to remember these past 4 weeks when no goddamned PCR or cell transformation would fucking work no matter what you did.

I want you to fucking remember.

And those bitches better be bowing before your goddamned brilliance.

I will accept nothing less.

Hugs and kisses,
-The Infuriated Bastard in Brousseau 209