Socks and Rockets

Christmas Day has come and gone - I am five pairs of socks more... sockful?

This past Christmas has been humbling. My head's not exactly where I want it to be and I've only got myself to... blame(?) for that. I've really been slacking in a number of departments and I think it's about time I pulled up my socks*... Over the next (undisclosed period of time) I have got to step back and really make some firm decisions about where I'm going to go, what I'm going to do. There are so many options and I'm just now realizing how scarce time is as a commodity.

It's not that I'm on my death bed or anything - it's just that so many things that I'd like to do involve other people. Since their lives are taking them to and fro as well, it's awfully hard to co-ordinate all of the schedules to make everything work out.

This is not rocket science. This is not profound, poignant or groundbreaking. I just didn't see it coming, is all.

*good thing that I got so many for Christmas: I shall have tremendous opportunities to practice.

Ribosomes

The Chronicles of maRNiA

me: But yeah... ok... So mRNA is produced in the ol' Nucleus.

Then it gets sent out into the protoplasm.

Juliet: through the nuclear pores

me: Then she gets hounded by tRNAs bringin' the amino acids.

Juliet: into the ER

me: They all be like, "hey hey, that's my spot, bitch"

Juliet: and they glomp onto her

me: Yeah, and then the amino acids are in close enough proximity to form the appropriate bonds.

and then the RNA gets blasted by that tron you said earlier.

Juliet: and really they just take advantage of the situation

me: But doesn't the tRNA get "read" by the ribosomes?

Juliet: mRNA gets read, tRNA brings the aminos

me: Right, that's right.

I am messing up.

Anyway... So isn't it more like a dating service?

Juliet: SPEED DATING!!!!

lol

its sad cuz its true...

me: Yeah, so the ribosome is like, "Hello sir. I think that alinine will do the trick for you."

so then that biatch tRNA brings the alinine down.

Juliet: no no no.

it's like mRNA wants a bunch of meaningless hookups

me: lol!

Juliet: so it goes to the ribosome's speed dating service

me: mRNA is a WHORE!

Juliet: and it hooks up with all these tRNA's

me: An orgiastic, protein synthesizing convention!

Juliet: UNFORTUNATELY everytime the tRNA leaves it gives mRNA an STD in the form of aqn amino acid

but then there are no more tRNA's and mRNA is single for a second and enjoys it so it makes a life decsion to be single for a while

to make up for being a whore ya know?

and so it leaves the speed dating service, which then falls apart because it was the ONLY client

and the lack of hook ups lets the STD's leave it and TADA you have a protein!

wow....

so silly lol!

me: lol.

You should copy all of this into your blog.

Readership will go up many... fold.

lol

Juliet: lol

***

Alas, Juliet (AKA Ms. Fooshy Pants) did not capitulate with my request. So she made a counter-offer of something along the lines of, "Put it on your blog."

So I did. Peer-pressure is a foul beast.

Swimmy!

http://www.greenpeace.org/international/news/splashy-101207

So, this is good news!

A friend of mine asked me, "Mr. Splashy Pants? But whales don't even wear pants."

"Well, if you believe in boundary layer theory, it could be like they wear a layer of water pants...
AND WATER IS OFTEN SPLASHY!" I exclaimed.

But I did not exclaim too intensely. I mean, come on, a guy's got neighbours and stuff.

I am so glad I took fluid mechanics. I can bastardize its concepts so handily now.

And also convince the friend above that her name is now "Ms. Fooshy* Pants."


--This one is dedicated to all the hard-workin' students out there, preparing for exams and getting ready to go home for the winter break!



* - For those of you who don't get it, I exclaim, "AIR IS FOOSHY SOMETIMES!"

Music makes the people...

Achieve orgasm?

Ok, maybe not really, but that's the term my friend Sean used when I we had a conversation about tunes a little while back.

"Was it a music orgasm?" he said.
"Yeah, I guess it was. But not compared to this one other song..."

It appears I have these more often than I had realized before Sean coined the term. So, I've decided to keep a running list of my various Euphonically Ecstatic Events, or "Triple-E"s, if you will. These are not to be confused with the Libyan city of Tripoli. I am not likely to discuss Tripoli, but in the event that I do, you'll have the comfort of being able to see what I'm saying.

The glory of the written word. And so on.

One thing to note about this: any particular Triple-E is due to a combination of my mood at the time; the sort of activity that I was performing at the time; and, of course, the particular song. Can't have a music orgasm without some tunes, eh?

"Triple-E"s in recent memory:

1. Paramore - Misery Business
- When this one surprises me on the radio while I'm driving, I usually amaze myself with my ability to stay out of the ditch.

2. Matthew Good - Born Losers
- The other night, I heard this one on the radio while coming home and it brought a tear or two to the ol' peepers. I say peepers because I am certain it helps me to retain my manly reputation even after admitting that I cried to a song.

3. Darude - Sandstorm
- I pretty much went berserk when this one came on at - that's right - the company Christmas party. However, given the atmosphere at the time and the abundance of great people, beer and good food, I cannot rightfully attribute the entire Triple-E to this song.

More to come*, I'm sure.


*Wah-wah.

Maiden Voyage

Thrust into the deep.

Gestation period.

Thrust yet again.

Congratulations, you've given birth to a baby blog!