OPEN BAR: Tough on bars, tough on the causes of bars

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Who has two thumbs and got his dream job?

This guy.

Glad to hear that Roger. Was hoping you'd land on your feet

Thanks.  It's been a rough 6 months.

[Aucoq]

Congratulations Roger! That's fantastic news!

[Bruno]

Harvard found diacetyl in 75% of e-cig juice.

http://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2015/12/popcorn-lung-seen-in-e-cigarette-smokers/

This is why I stick to the unflavored stuff.

I think I'll ask if they can do that for me next time I go to the vape store. They don't sell it, but I'm pretty sure they mix their own using an unflavored base. The coils will probably last longer, too.

Also, congrats on the new job!

[Cain]

Despite having no choice over it, in some ways I enjoy not being invited to the office Xmas party.  Reason 1) the temptation to actually kill my co-workers will not be sorely tested by being around them and alcohol.  Reason 2) I get to see quite a few of my co-workers come back drunk.  And even if they pretend not to remember, they will know that I know how pathetically drunk they were. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Done for the term! So damn happy to be done. Also so damn happy to have a job that insists on paying me for my full hours whether there was anything for me to do or not. "Oh, you read websites about writing personal statements? We'll pay you for that."

Now I just have to edit my personal statement and add a few details to my thesis prospectus, and I can fuck off for a few weeks until the madness starts up again in January.

I can basically spend the rest of the day shopping for a New Years Eve party dress (I'm going for purple, lots of cleavage), reading, and making lasagna. I love not being stressed out by looming deadlines.

Maybe I should buy car parts. That might be a good idea, too.

[Don Coyote]

Done for the term! So damn happy to be done. Also so damn happy to have a job that insists on paying me for my full hours whether there was anything for me to do or not. "Oh, you read websites about writing personal statements? We'll pay you for that."

Now I just have to edit my personal statement and add a few details to my thesis prospectus, and I can fuck off for a few weeks until the madness starts up again in January.

I can basically spend the rest of the day shopping for a New Years Eve party dress (I'm going for purple, lots of cleavage), reading, and making lasagna. I love not being stressed out by looming deadlines.

Maybe I should buy car parts. That might be a good idea, too.

Awesome.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

So, first day on the job, a mile and half up in the air.  Talking with engineers about robots the size of sewing needles that adjust fiberoptic cables for trapping images of entire galaxies, to measure their velocity with respect to one another.  The engineers know their job and they assume I'm educated on everything unless I tell them differently, in which case they patiently explain.

My boss is a fairly brilliant scientist who enjoys the ins and outs of DOE/NASA/NSF bureaucratic wrangling.  His boss is the smartest woman I've ever met, who shares my enthusiasm for the visitor program, for getting people up the mountain to look at other stars and how exoplanets are inferred from a star's wobble, and will geek out on a moment's notice, which is fucking awesome.

My crew are all professionals who genuinely like each other, and most of them seem to have taken a shine to me.

I am in charge of - among many other things - life support.  LIFE SUPPORT.  Scotty, my scabby arse!

I changed my mind.  There is a heaven.

[President Television]

So, first day on the job, a mile and half up in the air.  Talking with engineers about robots the size of sewing needles that adjust fiberoptic cables for trapping images of entire galaxies, to measure their velocity with respect to one another.  The engineers know their job and they assume I'm educated on everything unless I tell them differently, in which case they patiently explain.

My boss is a fairly brilliant scientist who enjoys the ins and outs of DOE/NASA/NSF bureaucratic wrangling.  His boss is the smartest woman I've ever met, who shares my enthusiasm for the visitor program, for getting people up the mountain to look at other stars and how exoplanets are inferred from a star's wobble, and will geek out on a moment's notice, which is fucking awesome.

My crew are all professionals who genuinely like each other, and most of them seem to have taken a shine to me.

I am in charge of - among many other things - life support.  LIFE SUPPORT.  Scotty, my scabby arse!

I changed my mind.  There is a heaven.

Holy shit.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

So, first day on the job, a mile and half up in the air.  Talking with engineers about robots the size of sewing needles that adjust fiberoptic cables for trapping images of entire galaxies, to measure their velocity with respect to one another.  The engineers know their job and they assume I'm educated on everything unless I tell them differently, in which case they patiently explain.

My boss is a fairly brilliant scientist who enjoys the ins and outs of DOE/NASA/NSF bureaucratic wrangling.  His boss is the smartest woman I've ever met, who shares my enthusiasm for the visitor program, for getting people up the mountain to look at other stars and how exoplanets are inferred from a star's wobble, and will geek out on a moment's notice, which is fucking awesome.

My crew are all professionals who genuinely like each other, and most of them seem to have taken a shine to me.

I am in charge of - among many other things - life support.  LIFE SUPPORT.  Scotty, my scabby arse!

I changed my mind.  There is a heaven.

Holy shit.

22 domes, a solar telescope (which is about the size of a naval destroyer, and is mostly underground), and 2 radio telescopes.

I am the king of the Igors.  Look upon me and despair.

[Chelagoras The Boulder]

that sounds like some kind of Nerd nirvana. A Nerdvana, if you will.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

that sounds like some kind of Nerd nirvana. A Nerdvana, if you will.

It is.  My lead tech told me he's been there 38 years and he's still not over it.

[East Coast Hustle]

So, first day on the job, a mile and half up in the air.  Talking with engineers about robots the size of sewing needles that adjust fiberoptic cables for trapping images of entire galaxies, to measure their velocity with respect to one another.  The engineers know their job and they assume I'm educated on everything unless I tell them differently, in which case they patiently explain.

My boss is a fairly brilliant scientist who enjoys the ins and outs of DOE/NASA/NSF bureaucratic wrangling.  His boss is the smartest woman I've ever met, who shares my enthusiasm for the visitor program, for getting people up the mountain to look at other stars and how exoplanets are inferred from a star's wobble, and will geek out on a moment's notice, which is fucking awesome.

My crew are all professionals who genuinely like each other, and most of them seem to have taken a shine to me.

I am in charge of - among many other things - life support.  LIFE SUPPORT.  Scotty, my scabby arse!

I changed my mind.  There is a heaven.

Hot damn, man. That sounds really really awesome. I'm wicked happy for you. About 60% completely altruistically, and about 40% because it gives me hope that I might be similarly fortunate again someday.

Congratulations!

[Cain]

Do you need test subjects?  I can provide test subjects.

In other news: knee still busted (it was improving....until I put all my weight on it to get into bed) and Xmas shopping is 66% complete.

[EK WAFFLR]

So, first day on the job, a mile and half up in the air.  Talking with engineers about robots the size of sewing needles that adjust fiberoptic cables for trapping images of entire galaxies, to measure their velocity with respect to one another.  The engineers know their job and they assume I'm educated on everything unless I tell them differently, in which case they patiently explain.

My boss is a fairly brilliant scientist who enjoys the ins and outs of DOE/NASA/NSF bureaucratic wrangling.  His boss is the smartest woman I've ever met, who shares my enthusiasm for the visitor program, for getting people up the mountain to look at other stars and how exoplanets are inferred from a star's wobble, and will geek out on a moment's notice, which is fucking awesome.

My crew are all professionals who genuinely like each other, and most of them seem to have taken a shine to me.

I am in charge of - among many other things - life support.  LIFE SUPPORT.  Scotty, my scabby arse!

I changed my mind.  There is a heaven.

Holy fuck! I'm glad for you, man!

[Aucoq]

So, first day on the job, a mile and half up in the air.  Talking with engineers about robots the size of sewing needles that adjust fiberoptic cables for trapping images of entire galaxies, to measure their velocity with respect to one another.  The engineers know their job and they assume I'm educated on everything unless I tell them differently, in which case they patiently explain.

My boss is a fairly brilliant scientist who enjoys the ins and outs of DOE/NASA/NSF bureaucratic wrangling.  His boss is the smartest woman I've ever met, who shares my enthusiasm for the visitor program, for getting people up the mountain to look at other stars and how exoplanets are inferred from a star's wobble, and will geek out on a moment's notice, which is fucking awesome.

My crew are all professionals who genuinely like each other, and most of them seem to have taken a shine to me.

I am in charge of - among many other things - life support.  LIFE SUPPORT.  Scotty, my scabby arse!

I changed my mind.  There is a heaven.

That sounds fantastic. Congratulations again. That's wonderful.