Bringing the McDonald's incident to your doorstep: MBM'S Pizzeria.
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But I (as an internet Dr. Watson and therefore only sycophantic) also noticed that mjmacky hasn't fucking heard of adblockplus yet, yet has amongst his reading materials a Wiley operating system bible (I just can't tell which one :frusty:).
From this I deduce that mjmacky is either computer literate but lazy, or has a strange fetish for irritating adverts ?
I didn't realize the Sherlock Holmes universe had any black characters. Who does that make you?
P.S. Add racist to your list of qualities that you accredit to me.
P.P.S. What was Sherlock's view on slavery? I mean clearly he dragged Watson around like a bitch*.
It's probably Wiley's analytical chemistry or organic chemistry. You're giving him too much credit to be reading more material than he has given us reason to believe he reads. So, yes, as *my apprentice, you have skipped the obvious yet again, Watson.
As a critical note, this photo was taken in my lab, it should bring many other things into context that have seemed to lead to some baffling conclusions.
My system of reordering chemicals, I leave the empty bottles on my desk. That right there is a bottle of tertbutylammonium perchlorate from Sigma-Aldrich (the company commonly employs the use of red caps). Attachment 90179
I too do play Sudoku, like you would do, who knew? Chess would require a board, pieces, another person interested in playing Chess, and I'm short on another person (as well as all the other things).
This is true about the phone, it appears to have been installed at the same time the building was constructed. The "new" ones don't really look that much better, inhibiting my willingness to break it and put in a work order for a new one. As far as the 10/100 ethernet, I had just gotten back from a meeting and was still connected via WiFi, so no issues there (and nothing clever to say about it, I even bored me with that one).
This was not only my choice, but had been the object of my hunt for several weeks. If you might recall, prior to my acquisition of the very sexy murse you see there, I carried around a cardboard can (I commonly refer to it as a tin can). Do to the insane feeling I get when rubbing my fingertips against certain surfaces, like that of a polyester bag, the replacement/upgrade HAD to be leather. My reaction to certain textures is akin to the typical reaction to nails on chalkboards, except multiplied 10 times, and usually with physical convulsions/violent movements. I scoured countless retail outlets, kiosks, mall shops, until I came across one specialty leather store (all things leather). It was there that manbag and I first met, frolicked in the open areas between merchandise stands, caressed each others hides, etc. Ours is an affection superceding man-wallet, woman-purse, and chavis-gnome dynamics. The clarity of a nearly opaque bathroom window would reveal more to those peaking inside than the layers of struggle and emotion our love dwells within. I impugn thee, to search the lexicon or the creative wordsmith leasing space in your own imagination to label the love between myself and my manbag.
It is similar to what Darth said, it relates to Chemistry Education, it's older and currently serves as a paperweight. I don't read much of anything beyond journal articles and things I can read off a computer/phone screen.
And about adblocking, I run chrome as my no frills browser, no addons or alterations. Firefox carries my customized tastes.
I'd like to thank everyone for attending the psychoanalytical exercise with the subject of mjmacky, perhaps this can be continued in the future; next I'll put on exhibit my bathroom, and while I'm at it, my asshole.
And here was me thinking that this internet pseudonym of yours was simply you using your asshole to it's fullest extent. :blink:
My wife is the only one I shoot in the face. :mellow:
The fanny-pack holster was black leather. It was quite similar to this one...
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It was a bit more two-tiered like your bag.
Forgive me for not being accustomed to Sigma-Aldrich. I'm more of the man who places Invitrogen and Eppendorf orders at my lab.
On other subjects: You and I aren't much different, then.
List of things I can't touch without experiencing your coined nail-on-chalkboard sensation: Bubblewrap, Styrofoam, Polyester, Nylon. Pretty much the only things I'd be okay with are oiled woods, tanned leathers, cotton/silk, glass and aluminium.
Also, being a chemist and all, like, what's your take on JQ1? I spent the better part of my day dealing with maintaining a stem cell culture for a fellow who clearly shouldn't be tasked with them, so being in a lab forever on my off-week got my panties up in a bunch and I started reading about Harvard's latest research so that I can move there. I'm more involved with immunology, so I'm late to the molecular cellular signatures party.
And since you posted your man-bag and associated man space I'm obliged to have you judge me right back (even though I never wanted to judge you, I just wanted to show my wits about, like):
http://i.imgur.com/JSDeS.jpg
Glass is the fucking best.
I haven't read an actual article on it, my previous relations to cancer research kept me focused mainly on collaborations involving me directly. I worked with candidates' permeability through HeLa cell membranes monitoring concentration within and extracellularly, and determining reversibility and formation of metabolites. Though we mostly focused on standard chemotherapeutic agents since it was proof of concept. I abandoned the project quietly for selfish reasons (my forgetfulness allowed me to kill 72 frozen cultures, forgot to fill the liquid N2 in a timely fashion). I now use electrochemical monitoring to elucidate the catalytic mechanism by which specific metallo-porphyrins catalyze cyclopropanation reactions. It's boring as well, but will probably get me a JACS publication and put a nice golden crown on my body of research before I move on.
Don't worry, I never feel the effects of being judged (otherwise chavis would have had me in tears long ago). All in good fun chap, all in good mean fun (followed by evil smile). I can't make determinations until I know this is a home location or work/office location.
Home space.
I have no actual work space, except for a locker, and my own personal table-top centrifuge that if I break, I repair or pay for. Same goes for some personal gel apparatus, some stains and random reagents here and there (NADH being a supply that I never run short on), and a microscope with UV attachments.
EDIT: I'm actually working on getting my own personal lab started at home. I've saved aside a little under 20 grand, which between hand-sawing most of my isolation parts, investing in some UV lamps, glass casting of some materials, spending on a set of home-made rotors, buying a microscope, and a few dozen I/O interface options shouldn't be much off the mark for everything I could possibly need at home. Been thinking about starting a kickstarter project and providing all backers some sort of cool microscopy tailored to themselves in return. Trying to find a journal that supports independent start-ups more than actual research (kind of like Citizen Science Quarterly) to post the collage in as sort of a bigger incentive.
I don't know how you plan to fit that all in that tiny workspace I saw. As far as those types of journals go, I know they exist, but they're rarely read (relatively). If the idea is to get a grant, they won't help much in that endeavor. You also have a small budget there, I'm assuming you're buying used off of other labs (for the things that can't be constructed). I'm just full of criticism tonight, aren't I? I guess I should have just asked, what's the end goal?
The tiny workspace is nothing but the computer hub. I have an entire empty basement to myself with but one other corner taken up by my television/ps3 combination.
And it's not for a grant, the idea is to give people an incentive to donate through me, and I'll "write them up the ropes" of getting their pictures/ideas in a journal.
As for the end goal, work-at-home-as-a-hobby, pretty much. Juggling two (graphic design and immunology) jobs, along with running my own business leaves me with a little bit too much overhead for a stay-at-home son. I don't mind investing that sort of money into my own personal research at home. That's the end goal. Not looking to cure cancer out of my basement, but let's say run double-checks or dry runs of experiments before it comes time to put the game face on can never be a bad thing. And I can always finish experiments at home if we get cutoff halfway through because the coordinator wants to go in a different direction.
I don't see me having my PhD within the next 5 years, so I see no reason to wait until then and my post-doc to run my own lab.
I can only hope* your captors allow you sunlight, and proper nutrition. :console:
*Not really, that would imply care. Although, I can imagine an intense scene...
Captor: It applies lotion to its skin.
DR: No, I want out. OOOUUUTTT!!!
C: It puts the lotion on its skin!
DR: I have your little doggie here!
Dog: YELP!
C: Stop kicking him! What does It want in exchange for my dog?
DR: I want a LEATHER MURSE...
Dennis Thatcher just rang. He says he wants his hard-nosed bitch back.
Great, now we'll end up losing one of our more prominent dicks, and given this thread as a contextual problem it's clearly a necessity to keep those around.
There's some wishful thinking...
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