Monday, November 11, 2002
|1:49 PM| Spoke to my pop, the doctor, and ran a bunch of my...uh..."Frankenstein's Lab" ideas. The active transport heme, the blood pump ring, the secondary heart system, the dialysis support for organ donation, it was an interesting conversation.
He pointed out some good and bad points on all of them, but it show one thing "I'm in over my head when playing God". There's a lot of research info on the internet for hemes and all manner of organ manipulation, but apparently there is no substitute for a college biology or medical education. Isn't that earth-shatteringly suprising?
College Lab:
Prof."Excellent work, student. Your name?"
me: "Cecil, sir.
Prof: "Ah. excellent work on this re-animated frog. But I'm afraid this college has a very strict 'no playing God' policy, and I will have to give you a D."
Me: "But! He's rechargable!"
Prof: "D+"
Also, you could hardly tell that the carpet behind me was part of an incredibly clean apartment. Drag.
a cam update, for once
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Of what to speak |4:49 AM| I haven't bothered sitting down and typing anything up in a while. According to this, a week. Stuff happened. People called. My house was cleaner. My cat was more affectionate after I moved its food to the kitchen.
I won some money at poker. Then I lost it.
I did some overtime. I was late occasionally. My boss threatened my job, sort of. He thought I was taking advantage of him. Sorry, if anything, I'm going to give more of a damn for a friend then some jackass assigned over me because he kissed the right asses. I know this boss occasionally reads this drivel, but I'm not pandering. Hey, Vid, cut your fucking hair.
I've been looking into a few things to do with my off work hours, now that it won't be hazardous to drive around. Tomorrow morning I'm pulling the cash out of savings, and dealing with the whole "arrest warrant" and "Marshals handle all failure to appear's". With the threat of imprisonment drastically lowered, I'm looking at some pricey, and some less pricey, options. On the expensive side, A.R.G. is staring a new set of classes next week. I don't know how I feel about learning rock climbing at a place whose acronym sounds a lot like a fearful yell. On the less expensive side, I'm thinking about learning to swing dance. Since poker night has been moved to Thursday, I no longer have any schedule conflicts.
There were random thoughts, strange realizations. Poker Host Joe and his wife just had their first anniversary. That was an odd night. That was one of a couple nights I tried to hit on that Sabrina chick, too bad she didn't and still doesn't dig my groove enough. Vorpal would say I'm obsessing or brooding, but since he doesn't read this, my mentioning of her here does not break the critical mass of "brooding too much". It was also the night I left on an hour's notice to take zusty to see some mutual friends. Damn my new more responsible nature, I haven't driven off to far away places in a while now. At least, none worth mentioning.
I'm studying encryption at the moment. I'm trying to find out just how the hell you can possibly get online sales to work without terribly complicated crap.
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|4:34 AM| Testing, testing...
Is this thing on?
You may be wondering why I gathered you all here today. I'm announcing my resignation from my current status as "Bananas"
From this point forward I am a "a few cards short of a full deck".
Thank you.
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|1:49 PM| Spoke to my pop, the doctor, and ran a bunch of my...uh..."Frankenstein's Lab" ideas. The active transport heme, the blood pump ring, the secondary heart system, the dialysis support for organ donation, it was an interesting conversation.
He pointed out some good and bad points on all of them, but it show one thing "I'm in over my head when playing God". There's a lot of research info on the internet for hemes and all manner of organ manipulation, but apparently there is no substitute for a college biology or medical education. Isn't that earth-shatteringly suprising?
College Lab:
Prof."Excellent work, student. Your name?"
me: "Cecil, sir.
Prof: "Ah. excellent work on this re-animated frog. But I'm afraid this college has a very strict 'no playing God' policy, and I will have to give you a D."
Me: "But! He's rechargable!"
Prof: "D+"
Also, you could hardly tell that the carpet behind me was part of an incredibly clean apartment. Drag.
a cam update, for once
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Of what to speak |4:49 AM| I haven't bothered sitting down and typing anything up in a while. According to this, a week. Stuff happened. People called. My house was cleaner. My cat was more affectionate after I moved its food to the kitchen.
I won some money at poker. Then I lost it.
I did some overtime. I was late occasionally. My boss threatened my job, sort of. He thought I was taking advantage of him. Sorry, if anything, I'm going to give more of a damn for a friend then some jackass assigned over me because he kissed the right asses. I know this boss occasionally reads this drivel, but I'm not pandering. Hey, Vid, cut your fucking hair.
I've been looking into a few things to do with my off work hours, now that it won't be hazardous to drive around. Tomorrow morning I'm pulling the cash out of savings, and dealing with the whole "arrest warrant" and "Marshals handle all failure to appear's". With the threat of imprisonment drastically lowered, I'm looking at some pricey, and some less pricey, options. On the expensive side, A.R.G. is staring a new set of classes next week. I don't know how I feel about learning rock climbing at a place whose acronym sounds a lot like a fearful yell. On the less expensive side, I'm thinking about learning to swing dance. Since poker night has been moved to Thursday, I no longer have any schedule conflicts.
There were random thoughts, strange realizations. Poker Host Joe and his wife just had their first anniversary. That was an odd night. That was one of a couple nights I tried to hit on that Sabrina chick, too bad she didn't and still doesn't dig my groove enough. Vorpal would say I'm obsessing or brooding, but since he doesn't read this, my mentioning of her here does not break the critical mass of "brooding too much". It was also the night I left on an hour's notice to take zusty to see some mutual friends. Damn my new more responsible nature, I haven't driven off to far away places in a while now. At least, none worth mentioning.
I'm studying encryption at the moment. I'm trying to find out just how the hell you can possibly get online sales to work without terribly complicated crap.
(0) comments
|4:34 AM| Testing, testing...
Is this thing on?
You may be wondering why I gathered you all here today. I'm announcing my resignation from my current status as "Bananas"
From this point forward I am a "a few cards short of a full deck".
Thank you.
(0) comments
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