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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Where I am
« on: Yesterday at 04:19:51 pm »
Quit or fired?

Gonna quit.  I don't see why I should spend an hour packing my stuff when I finally leave.

 :lulz: I like that you're just that blatant about it. Has anyone mentioned it yet?

Yes.  Everyone but Lillie, who hasn't been in my office.

 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:

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Lillie has decided to launch an investigation into why a prototype didn't work as expected.

A prototype.

 :lulz:

One investigation finding is that she's an asshole.

 :lulz: I'm almost sad you aren't sticking around, just for the tales of awful spiraling into disaster.

On the other hand, get the fuck out of there before it explodes.

Investigation so far:  The spiral-wound gasket disintegrated in the system, spewing 304 SS fragments down the system.

I went to the plant standard, and looked up the gasket standard (as my guys had).  The gasket of choice for that application according to the powers that be is a spiral wound gasket.

Lillie is not interested.  A shipment is late because of this, and she thinks that crucifying a technician will save her.  It won't, and I won't be involved in helping.

She has no idea that she's making herself unemployable, does she?

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However, the book I've been reading (Hitler's War; The War That Came Early, Harry Turtledove, page 354):

"Staff Sergeant Alistair decided he'd said enough, and leaned back sucking on one of Nigel's fags."

Oh my.

I thought we talked about this.

There's only so much a girl can do.

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Lillie has decided to launch an investigation into why a prototype didn't work as expected.

A prototype.

 :lulz:

One investigation finding is that she's an asshole.

 :lulz: I'm almost sad you aren't sticking around, just for the tales of awful spiraling into disaster.

On the other hand, get the fuck out of there before it explodes.

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However, the book I've been reading (Hitler's War; The War That Came Early, Harry Turtledove, page 354):

"Staff Sergeant Alistair decided he'd said enough, and leaned back sucking on one of Nigel's fags."

Oh my.

What the hell are your fags doing with the time machine again? you said you would keep them in line after the last incident.

I try, but they're a frisky bunch.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Where I am
« on: Yesterday at 03:49:08 pm »
Quit or fired?

Gonna quit.  I don't see why I should spend an hour packing my stuff when I finally leave.

 :lulz: I like that you're just that blatant about it. Has anyone mentioned it yet?

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CATS CATS CATS. Back in the day it was CATS CATS CATS CATS.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Where I am
« on: Yesterday at 06:47:05 am »
I was the naked child on the beach in paradise. Then things went sideways with the "family business" and we had to run to the frozen north. Now I'm here.

I was the smart poor kid in a town full of old money who couldn't shut his mouth. I got my ass kicked every day for 7 years until the recession saved me in the form of a doomed economy and we had to run to the glittering jewel by the sound where dreams come true. Now I'm here.

I was the one who decided to carry on the "family business" until my friends started disappearing one by one, victims of the product, the competition, or the law. and I had to flee both the consequences and the weight of my betrayals. Now I'm here.

I was a ghost, wandering from city to city and job to job without ever leaving anything tangible or memorable in my wake. Bouncing in Pontiac. Bartending in LA. Street hustling in St. Paul. Selling power tools in the Sierra Nevadas. I don't even know how it's possible to flee from your own fleeing, but I did. Now I'm here.

I was a businessman, legitimate but still profiting from other peoples' bad habits. I embedded myself in the fabric of a small town, running for office and appearing shirtless in a charity calendar. Oh, and I stole. I stole from myself until I had to flee bankruptcy and failure, as far away as I could get. Now I'm here.

I was a chef bouncing from town to town, island to island, ocean to ocean, using my alchemy as currency both literal and social. I used my talents to see the world, meet famous people, and sleep with beautiful women and for one fleeting moment I thought I had found fulfillment. But the world changed again, or maybe I did, and I became increasingly unable to ignore the fact that I profited from an industry dependent on exploiting the people who make it possible. Things got to the point where the people above me began to punish me for being unwilling to fuck people over because they were poor or brown-skinned. It got so bad that I started having anxiety attacks and occasionally had to leave the building to do breathing exercises so I wouldn't lose my shit and beat my GM to death. I tried to find work in a different industry, but it's tough with 20 years of experience that doesn't really translate to the normal world. Eventually I couldn't wait any longer and I just up and quit.

That was yesterday.

So now I'm here. But I don't know where that is and I don't know where to flee to now.

Shit, bunny. Just... shit, bunny.

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However, the book I've been reading (Hitler's War; The War That Came Early, Harry Turtledove, page 354):

"Staff Sergeant Alistair decided he'd said enough, and leaned back sucking on one of Nigel's fags."

Oh my.

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Just got Home from a Bohemian Gypsy Tent Variety show thingy. There was booze and food and music and weird sketches and people in crazy and provocative costumes. I was having a real good time until i volunteered to go up on stage and some chicks menstrual blood spilled on me.

 :aaa:

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Thank you! I think my chances are good. I also think I might accidentally have gotten roped into a project with the Cognitive Neuroscience professor, which isn't exactly bad but I don't know if I really have time for it. I'm really interested in the history of Nissl staining and how this method, which first enabled us to visualize the Rough Endoplasmic Reticulum over a hundred years ago, is still vital to labs using the most state-of-the-art methods imaginable when they're imaging tissues. It's incredible. But that doesn't necessarily mean I should give a presentation on it.

Nonetheless, Franz Nissl was also a bit of a prankster. I'm glad his legacy lives on.

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Well, that was exciting.

If that was my last task for the Science Gestapo, then I went out on a high note.  By which I mean "rolling in filth, indulging my inner asshole, and doin' SCIENCE like Goddamn Werner Von Braun.

I will tell all, it's too ticklish NOT to tell.

But first I'm gonna take a shower in kerosene and sleep for like 36 fucking hours.

Good night.

This is gonna be GOOD.

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My child just said the words "They're one of those One Direction shippers, and it's very uncomfortable".

Yes.

I agree with this assessment.

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Today I applied for a program that, if I get in, will make me eligible for funding that would pay me a wage for the time I spend in the lab working on my neurogenesis project, which would be awesome because that would make me that much more likely to have a publishable paper by the end of next year.


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Final essay for May 8th.  Fortunately, I have some time off coming up, and it's not a long one, and its on a topic dear to my heart (far-right terrorism).

And then, assuming I get the score I want, the dissertation.

SWEEET.

I, too, have an essay due May 8. Which I should really start work on sometime this week.

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