I was working on a biology project with my friend alexorenemies recently, and we were working with construction paper like nobody’s business.
Since I had been out sick for a few days, I had no idea what was going on. So I just sat there like an idiot and watched her draw an axon for a while. I cut out little sodium/potassium pumps, that could open and close. Aww yeah.
So then halfway through I realized how much I did not want to be there, so I drew a little cat on purple construction paper and taped it onto my shirt. It stayed on all day. I got a lot of compliments on it.
So I’m a regular at the local Chinese take-out. The lady working there knows me, as well as my usual order.
So whenever I call and start to order something, she recognizes me and says "Yeah, yeah, okey I got it, ten minute" in her little broken-English way.
Today I called and placed an order without having her recognize me at all. There was an awkward pause while I waited her to realize it was me, her loyal customer (who one time watched Spongebob in Chinese with her two kids while waiting for dumplings, by the way!)
The Cat's in the Cradle & the Silver Spoooon, etc.
Heeey guess who’s home sick again. Someone please kill me It’s not that bad.
I’ve decided to take a break from Portal 2, since I can’t think clearly so it’s just hours of me blindly shooting portals at surfaces, coating everything in blue repulsion gel and bouncing around until I get bored. Then I go slide around on the propulsion gel.
Anyway, I wanted to take some time to show you guys my sick-day reading. It’s Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut. If you haven’t read it, I suggest you do. It’s an excellent read. Got it on my Kindle.
Also can somebody please make me some low sodium soup I’m all stuffy where is my humidifier.
"Get your head out of the rare scientific specimen, please."
As I was sitting with my computer, watching my screensaver like an idiot, I was reminded of my trip to New York a few months ago. Not surprising seeing as my screensaver is photos of my trip to New York.
Anywho, I really wish I could go back sometime. It’s a great place. But mostly I just want to see if the renovations on the Natural History Museum are done. Last time I went, I tried to sneak behind their little velvet ropes closing off some exhibits. It didn’t work out. So I sat next to this kid also waiting outside the planetarium show, and he told me about how his baby sister was afraid of it because the part depicting the Big Bang was quite loud. For the record, I don’t seek out kids to talk to. They find me. Am I really that approachable? I try not to be…
Also, check out this damn meteorite!
This is the Willamette Meteorite, on display in the Hall of the Universe. It’s the largest meteorite found in the United States, 6th largest in the world. It’s like, 16 tons. I sat on a nearby bench admiring for a while. I also got to watch a kid get scolded by the museum staff for trying to stick his head in one of the large gaps. So that was pretty fun.
Those who know me know that I dress for success. I put a lot of effort into looking like a young male scholar my appearance, so when there was a clearance sale at the mall at my favorite store, I was there packing heat bright & early.
Some girl was looking at a particular grey argyle sweater that I wanted:
Long story short, I have some new vests and blazers to add to my wardrobe.
This is old news, I’ll admit, but it still makes me smile. This guy claims he traveled into the future by some bizarre occurrence while under his kitchen sink, I kid you not.
There’s a video with the link, it’s worth checking out. Some are believers, some are skeptics, some think he’s on drugs, others claim this is a Swedish TV commercial for pensions. Whatever.
This reminded me of a story from when I was a wee little one, about 10 years old in age. I was in my fourth grade class and was totally unprepared for the spelling test about to be handed out. I was an excellent speller, and a flunked vocabulary test at this stage would disrupt my cred, ya know? Not to mention bring on another eternity-long study session with my mother. I was desperate to stop the test. I had to. So what did I do?
I pulled my elderly teacher aside and confided in her that I was indeed from the future, and this test must be rescheduled to avoid certain destruction to the future world of the utopian tomorrow I knew. I was a creative child, obviously, with far too much knowledge of Dr. Who and the like. I was certain my sweet old teacher would oblige, the fate of my people depended on it, after all.
She told me to sit back down. I returned to my seat a broken child. Had she no concern for the future? It was then that I had to remind myself that I had made the entire story up, in order to fight back tears. I took the test, and got a B on it. Not bad. But I still felt insulted by the grave disregard for my well-crafted tale of my homeland. As you can see, I was not your average child. I did shit like this all the time. It was no wonder that my only friend at this time was the Italian exchange student that only spoke broken English.
Came for the Jake Gyllenhaal, stayed for the time travel.
The first time I watched Donnie Darko, I watched it with my dad. So needless to say the part where he starts to touch himself in the therapy session was awkward. We both enjoy thought provoking movies, but this one was just… strange. I was young then, but I still found it interesting. Not the delicious young Jake Gyllenhaal oh my god schizophrenia aspect per se, but the time travel aspect. I’ve always been fond of time travel. I’m not sure how my dad feels about it, he’s still confused with who the hell Frank was. Of course, it didn’t help that he fell asleep halfway through it.
All rambling aside, I came across this: A theory, an interpretation, of Donnie Darko. It’s very comprehensive, in my opinion. So for those of you who didn’t get it, I advise you to check it out. Some pretty crazy stuff all up in yo head.
Don’t attempt to explain Quantum Immortality to your mother, even if she asks. She won’t understand. You’ll just get frustrated trying to simplify everything and start yelling “NO, IF I KILL MYSELF, I’M STILL ALIVE!”
I really have nothing new to talk about these days. And I don’t want to just ramble.
But don’t unfollow! I’ll think of something…
Uhm, once upon a time, I was trying to show this girl in my 9th grade science class how to read the Periodic Table when it occurred to me that she had no idea what an atom was. I was explaining how everything is made up of atoms when she interrupted me by saying “Yeah, but that’s just a theory”.
…That’s all I’ve got at the moment.
UNLESS YOU GUYS WANT TO HEAR ME OBSESS OVER B.P.R.D. HELL ON EARTH: NEW WORLD BECAUSE OH MY GOD IT’S MY NEW FAVORITE.
I'm willing to freeze to death if there is free food involved.
TODAY I am going to a party for a friend of mine. She rented a pool, and I’m like “WHY” because I’m pretty sure it’s not swimming weather until my neighbor starts mowing the lawn shirtless the snow banks on my neighbor’s porch are melted.
But I bought a new swimsuit for the occasion. And let me tell you, I will look FAB while I lay dying of hypothermia at the bottom of a swimming pool.
It's a family tradition to complain about skeletons for your 100th post.
Well, kids, it’s Friday once again. I’m pretty damn tired. This week has been long. And I need a vacation.
And it also doesn’t help that I’ve been seeing all these ads for Dead Space II. I really want that game. Perhaps this summer I will have more time & be able to get it. But last year I had just bought a new video game the week of midterm testing and I could not stop playing it, so my studying suffered. Let’s not have that happen again with finals.
This weekend should not be too stressful, if anything, it will be annoyingly uneventful. As always. But I have a lot of laundry to do, so what the hell.
On an unrelated note, this is my 100th post. So I felt I should grace you all with a photo of a skeleton on a bicycle. It’s at the Boston Science Museum, of course since that is all I ever talk about. It is directly facing a stationary bicycle in the human body exhibit in which I lurk for the majority of my visit, so someone pedaling on the bike can see what their skeleton would look like doing so.
Now if I recall correctly, when I was a small child, this skeleton had neither a helmet nor sunglasses. Those are new, I believe. Which is a bit strange. Not only that children actually need to see the skeleton ride a bicycle with appropriate safety gear so as to not split their head open on a concrete curb while I look on ominously because I had a vision of it occurring in my dreams the previous night, but that it needs sunglasses. Is that necessary? Are we so concerned with UV-protection for the public? Or is it just an attempt to add whimsy to science? I thought we gave up on that.
And then I had to explain what "Lucy" was to a group of inquisitive 4th graders.
Dad: Do you think the skull’s real?
Me: Yes, I’m sure the Boston Science Museum purchased an actual Australopithecus Afarensis skull for children to rub their snotty faces all over. And they would put it on top of a heater vent by a window-
This is an unnecessarily huge model of a Möbius strip, found at the Boston Science Museum. Simply put, it’s a surface with only one side. So, if you drew a line in blood all around one side of the strip, you will have covered the entire thing. It’s pretty crazy, actually. It was in the “Mathematica” exhibit, which I dragged my father into. I tried to explain this figure to him, but he threw his hands up and left to go look at a machine blowing soap bubbles. I can’t say I blame him.
Hello Emily! I was reading one of your very first posts and for some reason it reminded of me. I may be wrong but by the way you write i think we might have the same personality, or at least the same interests. Just thought it was curious. So i decided to follow you.
Ah, yes, very nice to meet you! I love being able to meet others with similar interests. I see you’re into some of the arts as well? I sketch and paint quite often, actually, I created this page with the intention of it becoming a blog of my art, haha. But my heart belongs to science, of course.
Thank you very much for the follow! I appreciate it. :)
Yeah, I went back to the Boston Museum of Science a while ago.
I used to love it as a kid, but now everything seems so… simplified?
Don’t get me wrong, it was still a great time. Especially when I went in the dinosaur exhibit & this little kid showed me his ticket stub to get in and told me that it was “a dinosaur credit card”. That kid was pretty awesome.
The above picture is part of a surprisingly large exhibit on NANOTECHNOLOGY which I was checking out because I needed a reminder of how little it interests me.
I still can’t tell if this is a pun or not. I hope it is. I laughed at when I saw it, and got some very confused looks from the class field trip I had been seemingly stalking behind for a few exhibits. It’s not my fault they went to all the exhibits I wanted to see in the exact order I wished to see them.