Friday, August 25, 2006

A Profile of My Very Own

Today I found out that my DNA's finally been run at the lab in case I end up contaminating anything. I'll be entered into CODIS sometime soon. Woo!

Once I found this out, and being the total geek that I am, I asked to look at my profile. Then we did the statistical calculations to see how unique I am. Ready for it? Ready?

I don't think you're ready.

You don't look ready. You should prepare for this. I'll give you 30 seconds.

*Plays the Jeopardy Theme*


My profile appears in one out of every 3.722 quintillion individuals. (There aren't even that many people on the planet.)

That's 1 in 3,722,000,000,000,000,000 people!

I know that you're probably just as interested as I am... So, here it is, folks:



Pretty, ain't it?

If you look closely, you'll notice that three of the same loci were duplicated. These are internal controls to make sure things are copasetic. There are thirteen loci tested (plus the amelogenin - for sex determination) between the cofiler and profiler plus systems. This is the standard that law enforcement uses.

Spiffy. Now all my illegitimate children can find me.
Wait a minute...

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Hateful Generalizations

Today must be a statewide holiday for everyone with a Missouri license plate. They get to make stupid decisions, drive recklessly, and have accidents all over the road, causing slow traffic and requiring police attention. What a fun, fun day!

People on the roads annoyed me both going to and driving home from work today. So, for everyone's education, let's go over some basic rules of the road.

1. When it's raining and you have your windshield wipers on, TURN ON YOUR FREAKIN' HEADLIGHTS.
2. When it's pouring, slow down. Just a little bit. Please?
3. When it's barely drizzling, you don't need to slow it down to 30mph. The highway minimum is 40. That means all the time.
4. Please, control your temper on the road. Yes, that asshole in front of you is doing 30mph, but you swerving around him and speeding off down the road only ends in tragedy. Like when you lose control of your brand new Mustang on the slick roads and cross the muddy median into oncoming highway traffic. Which only causes more traffic and rubberneckers and a ruined Mustang.

You have insane thunderstorms here all the time. Why the hell don't you know how to drive in the rain? I'm not looking forward to the winter snowy months. It's amazing that all of you are not dead by now.

(PS - To the man in the black Taurus that I let merge into my lane: I'm not talking to you. You were very polite and friendly and patient and safe. And, you're welcome... but you didn't need to wave thanks three separate times. And I could see your hand through the window, so you needn't have put it down to wave as well.)

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Thursday, August 24, 2006

More Random Blogthings

Yep, I'm that bored again.



You Are Dr. Bunsen Honeydew



You take the title "mad scientist" to the extreme -with very scary things coming out of your lab.

And you've invented some pretty cool things, from a banana sharpener to a robot politician.

But while you're busy turning gold into cottage cheese, you need to watch out for poor little Beaker!

"Oh, that's very naughty, Beaker! Now you eat these paper clips this minute."



Hey! I'd get to hang out with Beaker all the time. I love that li'l guy.



Your Lucky Underwear is Orange



You have an intense personality and crave extreme emotional experiences. And your lucky orange underwear will help you take it to a whole new level.

Adventure and danger don't phase you - in fact you enjoy dicey situations. You're the first to take a risk, and the first to get the payoff.

And while your risks sometimes result in great rewards, they also sometimes result in devastating failures.

If you want to have intense moments without always risking all you have, put on your orange underpants. They'll help you experience life with rich emotions, no matter what you're doing.



Hey! I actually have a pair of orange underwear. I didn't know they were lucky. Maybe I should wear them more.



Your Penis Name Is...



El Presidente




Hey! I actually don't have a penis. ¿Pero es muy divertido, no?



You Are Mexican Food



Spicy yet dependable.

You pull punches, but people still love you.



That probably explains my penis's name, eh?




You Passed the US Citizenship Test



Congratulations - you got 9 out of 10 correct!



Huh... pretty good for a girl who hated history. I didn't know what year the Constitution was written. (But at least we know I'm not Mexican now.)


End Blog.

Who Ya Gonna Call?

Spider-Busters!

I talked to the building management people after work. They're sending over exterminators for my spider issue. Although, it'll only help the situation, not solve it... "Living on the ground floor at this time of year..." blah, blah, I don't care. Knowing that they're coming gives me peace of mind.

I freak out when things move in the corner of my eyesight - even when it's a reflection of the ceiling fan on a glossy surface, or myself in the mirror in my bedroom.

I should have asked them about their dog policy and if it's changed, but she was getting ready to show an apartment and I didn't really need to take up any more of her time. I just wanted less spiders. Hopefully I'll have that soon.

I haven't killed one today. But... the night is still young.

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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Eight Legged Freaks

Someone should have warned me that there are 400 billion spiders in Missouri before I moved here. Maybe I wouldn't have come. (Yes, that's how many live here with me. I'm not exaggerating when I say this – I've killed a spider every day for four consecutive days. I even dreamt about spiders last night.)

I am so sick of being freaked out by damn spiders every day. I do not like them. I can not live with them in harmony. Yet, I hate killing them simply because you have to get close to them to do it. Yes, in this area, I'm the worst "girl" you'll ever meet. I hate them. Hate hate hate.

In addition, they can get away from you and hide so thoroughly that you can't find them… and you know they are there, just lying in wait, so they can kill you in your sleep.

One got away from me this evening. I do not like that fact. (It also broke my daily killing streak.)

On a brighter note, the spider web that was built in the corner my bathroom has caught one of my own hairs and a white feather, presumably from the down comforter I use. The spider that has been in residence there has disappeared. I'm hoping he starved to death, but I'm sure that didn't happen. I think that instead, a larger spider living in my apartment probably ate him.

I know I'm next on the menu.

I've had a conversation with my spider plant, Mr. Spidey. He's not interested in protecting me. Damn useless plant.

End Blog.

Waiting by the Phone

I'm currently back near the top of the list for getting called out on crime scenes. I would have gone to a double homicide shooting in Liberty last night if they could have found a primary able to go on the call. But, no. Alas, they were all busy or unreachable, so our CSTs took the case instead. Bummer.

In addition to this, there's been a serial murderer out in Cass County. You may have heard about the case, as it made national news over the weekend. Our people were there. One of the new DNA hires that went through crime scene school with me got to go out on scene. She worked 23 hours over the weekend – but not outside digging up remains. Our people were working the basement indoors so I haven't seen any of them in the press. But, you can see the news story here. I think all the people outside are highway patrol. (I hear they stole some of our equipment, too. Okay, maybe "borrowed" is a better term.)

I'm really rather jealous. I would have loved to be out on this scene. And the upsetting part was she came to work Monday complaining about how she got little sleep. "Trust me, you're lucky you didn't have to go." Whatever! I would have been thrilled and psyched to be at work on the weekend. I'm sure she doesn't understand how much I love my job. Even in the down time they had when they were waiting around for the other agencies and eating doughnuts (they actually did that), I would have been happy as a clam. (Oh, and I think that's a perfectly acceptable breakfast, by the way. Why are so many people concerned with health food? We're all dying of cancer eventually anyway. Eat what you like.) Not to mention all the comp time she just got. Hello, you have vacation days now. There's nothing to be complaining about in this situation. Not even a little.

Man, I'm so close to working something huge! But you know when I finally do get called out, it'll be to something rather boring and probably in the middle of the day like last time.

I mean, not that I want there to be more serial killers and murders shooting people just so I get to work an interesting case. I'm just saying… it's about time for me to see something spectacular. I'm ready.

Put me in, Coach.

End Blog.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Support Free Speech

So, tonight I went to a free screening of Shut Up and Sing about the Dixie Chicks. As far as music documentaries go, it was pretty excellent. I was impressed. (I also sat right next to one of the filmmakers. He wrote down, like, every single one of my reactions. It was kinda weird.)

I'm not sure when this movie will be coming out, but you should see it. Some people in the focus group complained about the timeline switching back and forth between 2003 and 2006, but I really enjoyed the way the movie was cut. Especially involving the political aspects of their "controversy".

If you forget what it was all about (or never really knew), before the war started (what feels like eons ago), Natalie, the lead singer of the Dixie Chicks, made an unscripted comment between two songs at a live concert in London at Shepards Bush. At the time there were anti-war protests going on in London and she commented on how she was with them - she was on the good side - and that she was embarrassed that the President of the United States was from Texas. (It's her home state, too.)

That one tiny little statement had people burning her CDs, country stations banning them from the radio, and a weird feud with Toby Keith. Natalie received death threats. The red heart of America went a little crazy, as they tend to do, and completely over reacted - basically killing their career. They went from the top female group of all time to not being played on the radio. They were suddenly unpatriotic sluts and they did nothing wrong.

The movie is about recovering from that backlash, not stepping down from their viewpoint, and finding a new audience. The newest album is good. And more emotional and personal than any of the others they've done because it's the first one that they've written on their own.

The girls are likeable and real.

And you watch this film and see things like news stories confirming that Iraq has weapons of mass destruction, people saying that the war will be over in two weeks, and that the President's approval rating is at an all time high... and then you look at the world today and how wrong everyone was.

I like these women. They speak their minds. They sing well. They're funny and sarcastic. And they're all around good people. And they also have an attitude that's way more punk rock than country. That's what makes them so great.

And, if for no other reason, you should see this movie because Natalie actually says George Bush is a "dumb fuck" in one of the scenes. The audience cheered to thunderous applause in that moment. It was a brilliant moment. I shall remember it fondly.

And now, to make sure I do nothing else to help their career, I shall go listen to their newest album which resides on my computer's hard drive. (Again, I do not condone the illegal download of copyrighted music. I'd totally never do that.)


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My Ass Has Been 302ed

Well, it's official. The girl who can't ever technically be my psychologist because we're best friends has finally decided that it's time for me to be involuntarily committed into an institution. We all knew it would happen sooner or later, but I never thought it'd be for this reason.

In fact, I will let her use her own words in explanation - from an email I received this evening:

"I just saw a picture of you on your blog. You need to eat. I could 302 your tiny ass, you know! Go eat. Anything. Just eat."

Just so you know, I am not underweight just because I currently weigh less than I did when I lived with you and you somehow made me eat every three hours, even if I wasn't hungry. I also fit back into the pants that I popped the buttons off of senior year. Remember those? I still have them. I can even put things in the pockets of those pants, like I could when I bought them.

But, let this be a lesson to you, J. If you don't live with me (like you should), then I return to my former (normal) weight. So, in short, I blame you for my skinny ass.

Sue me, I'm a social eater. Otherwise, food isn't as interesting as most of the world seems to think it is.

End Blog.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Chicago Pictures

Hey, look, I finally got around to developing my pictures from Chicago!

The good news is the camera works and I didn't carry it around for nothing.

So, here are a few of the good ones. Plus, four photos in a series merged together to show a panorama of the skyline from the Shedd Aquarium. (I didn't bother fixing the levels so it looks like one picture. It's late and I don't want to play in photoshop right now.)



Chicago skyline from the south.


I believe aliens will someday emerge from this and destroy the world.


This is a picture of me taking a picture of my reflection in the giant kidney bean seen above.


Oh, those wacky Christians. They just had to go protest at the Gay Games.


Sunset from Navy Pier.


Ferris wheel and carousel on the pier.

There are more. I'm not sure how ambitious I'll be in scanning them in. These will have to entertain you for now.

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The Closer Rant

I'm ranting. If you don't want to hear me complain, you don't have to read this one. =) You're welcome for the warning. That's how much I love you.


Okay, I watched the TNT original for the first time tonight. I don't know why I bother watching law enforcement shows. They all piss me off beyond belief.

I would never, ever, ever... ever want to work with Kyra Sedgwick. Man, I hate her character. She's arrogant and she doesn't follow rules. She'd be a nightmare in court. And her accent isn't even cute. There's something not right about the southern drawl she's got going on. And maybe it's because I only know the South Carolina accents and not the Atlanta, Georgia ones... but, all around, quite possibly one of the most annoying shows ever made. (At least for me.)

I've seen one episode, so I only have a few things to complain about. They are the following:

1. If you have a triple homicide, Detectives are not going to be collecting evidence. That's why you have CSIs.

2. To my knowledge, no one uses the term "ballistics" to refer to the firearms and toolmarks section. Ballistics deal with the motion, behavior, and effects of projectiles in the air. The terms are not interchangable.

3. Brenda (Kyra Sedgwick's character) was wearing the worst shade of lipstick I have ever seen. Oh, my eyes!! And she even reapplied it, I think just to piss me off.

4. This should go without saying by now, but... I can't help it - they keep screwing it up. Evidence doesn't go in clear plastic bags. The only exceptions to this rule (at least in our department) are valuables like jewlery and money.

5. This show has a lot of interrogation in it. Now, I am not, nor will ever be in that portion of the system. But, I do know that as soon as people ask for a lawyer, all questioning must stop. Immediately. In addition to that, I didn't see anyone say anything about a Miranda waiver. Which wouldn't really bother me if we didn't follow a guy into the interview room and just start askin' him questions. Even if they were told of their rights when they were arrested, I'm pretty sure policy would have them sign a form once faced with officers in a small room. Also, you need a warrant or signed consent for a suspect's buccal swab. It's not perishable evidence like hair standards and fingernail scrapings.

I know that you're sick of me nit-picking entertainment. I apologize. But, legitimately, you have to at least give me the lipstick one. I mean, it was horrible.

I know you're asking why I don't just turn the channel. I'll tell you why. I keep thinking that it'll get better. And then I'm too invested to not see what happens, however far-fetched the scenario turns out to be. No matter the giant leaps in logic and serendipitous moments, I feel the need to watch until the show is over.

I guess I need closure. But, I do not need The Closer. No, this I can do without. Please do not let me get to the point where I get involved with a TV police drama. I need those shows somehow blocked from my television. They just annoy me.

It's sad, really. I mean, I'm sure that doctors can't watch ER or Grey's Anatomy because they can't seperate the story from the setting, and I'm the same way with police shows. Which, I'm not even a police officer. I can only imagine what they think of these shows if I have such a problem watching them.

And while we're almost sort of on the subject...

Criminal Justice and Criminology have very little to do with Forensic Science.

Just so you know.

Because I think too many people out there had no idea until they read that sentence. One of them has to do with science and scientific theory. The other has a whole lot to do with... well, I'm not really sure. I imagine psychology, law, sociology, judicial process, and law enforcement... but, little hard science.

Anyway... I bring this up because I'm sick of seeing commercials on TV telling you about how you can major in Criminal Justice because it's trendy and they want to associate it with CSI. I'm sure that people are confusing the two. They are not the same.

Okay... I think I'm done ranting. Sorry for that.

End Blog.

Friday, August 18, 2006

The Rest Is Silence

So, I know Death Cab For Cutie has been around for a while - as I've had their music downloaded on my computer for some time - but I finally thought I'd peruse the collection of "new downloads" I have on my computer from well over the past six months and finally listen to them. (I'm nowhere close to getting through all of it yet.)

Surprisingly, the two songs I can't seem to get enough of right now both received a decent amount of radio play, I just didn't realize they were by the same band. And my favorite parts of the songs just so happen to be the chorus. Which never happens - So, these people must be good.

The two songs I'm currently obsessed with (nearly as much as I was in love with Howie Day's Collide) are:

Crooked Teeth

(I'm a war of head versus heart,
And it's always this way.
My head is weak, my heart always speaks,
Before I know what it will say.

And you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.
No, you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.)


I like to sing that last part at work when I'm looking at evidence to find things. Yes, I know I'm a complete dork.


Song 2:
I Will Follow You Into the Dark

(If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark)

It's such a depressing song, but every time I hear it, it really impresses me. It's so unbelievably pretty.

I also like The Fray right now. And KT Tunstall's song Black Horse and the Cherry Tree. Also, Panic! At the Disco has a catchy tune (I Write Sins Not Tragedies) that reminds me of Gibberish by Spock's Beard. And I like Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. By the way... What has happened to titling songs recently? They're never what you expect them to be! All I have to say is thank goodness for Google or I'd never find anything.

I have no idea how new these songs are. I have a feeling that Kansas City might be a bit slow on getting new music, although not as slow as the two year radio gap that happens in Pennsylvania.

But, should you not know any of these songs, I suggest getting them. That is, unless you have a totally different taste in music - in which case, disregard this whole post. (Except for that old Spock's Beard song. No one knows them, but that song is the coolest thing, ever. No, really... ever.)

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Snakes on a Plane

"I am guaranteeing that Snakes on a Plane will win best movie next year. Does not matter what else is coming out. The new James Bond... no snakes in that! Ocean's 13... where my snakes at? Shrek the Third... green, but not a snake. No movie shall triumph over Snakes on a Plane. Unless I happen to feel like making a movie called Mo' Motha-fuckin' Snakes on Mo' Motha-fuckin' Planes." ~Samuel L Jackson

Yes, we all bought into the internet hype and Sam Jackson's cocky attitude and are going to see this flick tonight. There will be an after party. Good times will be had by all.

Sam guaranteed it.

(I still can't believe Julianna Margulies is in this movie. I think she might be a flight attendant.)


End Blog.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Lord of the Flies

So, between me and my coworker... today we got pissed off at the flies and brought their reign of terror to an end. We killed at least 27 flies between us today.

They were the loudest, slowest, laziest flies, EVER. And pretty shiny green. Ooo... shiny.

Once again we have a no fly zone in the trace lab.


Although, today when my boss asked if they were annoying me, my response was, "No, of course not. Work's exactly like a picnic today." I love that he hasn't fired me yet.

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Wednesday, August 16, 2006

The Flies! The Flies!

One of my coworkers had been on vacation all last week and had evidence sitting at her bench the entire time she was gone. She claimed that she had gotten everything into the freezer that need to be there... but today when she opened up one of her bags, like 25 flies all escaped and are currently flying around the trace lab.

So, obviously everything that needed to be in the freezer didn't make it there and the little maggots inside grew up and took to the skies when finally freed of their paper bag prison. So, flies are buzzing around us now as we work. I'm less annoyed than others and find it rather humorous.

But, again... not something you'll ever see on CSI. I really have no idea why they haven't contacted me about writing an episode yet. (Other than the fact that I'd turn it into an office comedy.)

I mean, c'mon, think about it. It would be great. Greg would superglue himself to something and Grissom would look at him disapprovingly. Then Sarah would open an evidence bag and a whole bunch of flies would escape into the lab and Grissom would look at her disapprovingly. Then she'd totally blame it on Nick and he'd swear it wasn't his fault. Later we'd see Katherine through the glass with a flyswatter as Grissom watches her disapprovingly. (It'll be great silent, physical comedy. Marg could pull it off.) I haven't worked out all the bits yet, but, I'm telling you... it'd be the best episode, ever. The funny X-Files were always the best, too.

Hey, speaking of the X-Files, two of our automated systems in DNA are named Scully and Mulder. The other two are named Watson and Crick. And they are actually referred to by these names. So... see! It's not weird that I've named my computer Fred and my car Henry.

Oh!
More work related news:

I have to be there at 0700 tomorrow for lab-wide training on ferrotrace. (It detects iron on hands and gloves so you can see if someone was holding a metal object. They used it in Vietnam to see if people were previously holding grenades to determine if they were friendly or not.) Boo. Double boo. That means I have to wake up an hour earlier than normal! Me loves my sleepy.

This is what I look like when I'm not pleased. (You know, if you could see me.)

Huh, this turned out way more random and incoherent than planned. Oh well. Deal.

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At Worst, I Feel Bad For A While...



This here is Lily Allen. She's from Britain.

It's my new goal in life to make her big here in the US. Because I find her songs sorta "poppy" but at the same time hilarious. She has one about her brother smoking pot. And one about guys trying to pick her up at a bar and all the excuses she uses. And well, this one, above - called Smile. (Ahem... I do not condone the illegal downloading of music.)

I dare for this to not get stuck in your head all day. But, in a good way. Not in a Justin Timberlake way.

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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Foxy Lady




Saint Exupery's The Little Prince Quiz




You are the fox.
Take this quiz!






You can read this story here. (The fox is in Chapter 21. It's my favorite chapter of all.)

Surprisingly, I took the quiz before reading it... and man... I totally agree with this test 100%. The fox and I share the same philosophies.

Tame Me.


I highly recommend this story if you have the time to read it. I wish it hadn't taken me 25 years to do so.

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Phoenix Rising

So, I got a call today while at work from the Phoenix Police asking me if I was still interested in the Forensic Scientist job I applied for back in October of 2005. I told them that, unfortunately, no, I was no longer interested. After getting off the phone and telling a coworker about it, we decided that my response should have been...

"Depends. I have six months of training under my belt now. If you can offer me well over what I'm currently making, I might be interested... but, I'll have to call you back. I'm in the middle of working a rape case."

Not that I'd leave. For several reasons:

1. I like my job and the fact that I get to do biological screening as a trace examiner. Not many departments are set up like that.
2. I really like the people I work with.
3. I totally don't want to move for many, many years. Moving's hard work. (Although, I'm still not completely unpacked, so moving now would probably be the best time.)
4. I don't know anyone in Phoenix. Not that I know many people here... but the ones I do know, I like a bunch, so it's a plus to the location.

You know, if they would have flown me out there, I would've gone on the interview for a nice little vacation. I've never been to Arizona.

Anyway, I found it humorous that 10 months later, I'm finally being called to set up an interview. And I thought KC took forever.

Oh! We're starting to interview for an opening in our department for a trace contract position. My boss told me today that if I wanted to, I could sit in on some of the interviews because he'd really like my opinion. How cool is that?

I mean, I think I had five people sitting in on my interview. It was intimidating as hell. I can't wait to do that to someone else! Woo!

Still love my job. In case you were wondering.

End Blog.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Biggest Geek, Ever

I totally brought home two Science and a Discover magazine from work today. I never have time to read them there. And there's a whole thing about NASA going to the moon, and an article about stem cell therapy, and a whole 5 pages about cilia! Also, I've learned that the US is designing nuclear warheads again because there's fear that our current stockpile of 10,000 might be reaching their "expiration date". Uh huh... I believe that.

Oh, and Riya.com! Wow, like, check it out. I'm not even sure what to say about it, other than if the government used this technology people would be up in arms about Big Brother watching. Internet stalking has reached an all new level. Except, these people are willingly volunteering their information onto the internet, almost a form of exhibitionism. People enthusiastically participating in "Big Brotherism" for entertainment. But no... Bush isn't allowed to wiretap and screen for terrorism... that's an invasion of our privacy. I love the apparent paradox. This sight is really quite amazing - and also not fully functional - yet. But I can bet it's going to be very big.

But... yeah, anyway... I'm a big geek. I'd also like to point out that the only forensic related item in any of these publications was an ad for CSI: Miami. Isn't that completely insane? The only other ads were for the United States Mint, Oreck vacuums, some motivational speaker dude, a new scientific breakthrough in weight loss (completely the wrong audience, I think), an investing firm, and videos that claim you can have better sex for a lifetime. The TV ad seemed so out of place.

Anyway, I got off track here...

None of this reading will further educate me for my job. This is why I brought them home to read them - since I couldn't justify doing it at work. But the fact that I really really want to read them while I'm not getting paid for it... that's the part that makes me a super geek.

But, hey... if you ever want to have a conversation about cilia... I'm your girl.

End Blog.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Random Quiziness







Which Of The Seven Deadly Sins Are You?




You are the third deadly sin: Lust. Lust is said to be a sin of the flesh, craving touch. This "sin of the flesh" is said to lead to "uncleanliness". Also associated with fury and lechery.
Your Animal: The Goat.
Your opposite: Chastity.
Your element: Fire.


Take this quiz!





This picture totally reminds me of the book Red Dragon.

Soooo... the quiz came up with lust. Interesting, no? I mean, okay, I knew it wouldn't be gluttony... but, c'mon, if I'm any deadly sin, wouldn't you think I'd be sloth? (Not that the questions have ANYTHING to do with the actual outcome of this quiz. But, you see, this is me being boring, and sitting in front of my computer because I'm too lazy to move and do something interesting.)

Plus, like, my mom reads this. So, I've never lusted after anyone. Ever. *Waves to Mom* Hi!


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Almost More Annoying Than Hey Ya

Okay, so kill me, I hate Outkast's song Hey Ya. (Hate with unbridled fury!) Rightfully so, methinks. But, I gotta tell ya, Justin Timberlake's Sexyback is running a frighteningly close second on the list of Songs that I Despise.

Firstly, he totally sounds like a woman. I don't know what kind of weird mixing process it went though, but, I hate it. And that's not all… it just so happens to be one of the most repetitive and irritating songs ever recorded. More reason for hate. I'd also like to kill the person yelling "Yeah!" in the background. Hate hate hate. Oh, and I can't understand the words in the chorus - the "Go head be gone with it" part. (I looked it up.) Yeah. Did you know that's what he was saying? Does that actually make any sense?

Ugh. Hate. Worst. Song. Ever. And the stupid radio won't stop playing it. Double ugh.

End Blog.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Another Movie I'll Never Have To Watch Again

Right along side of Million Dollar Baby… we have World Trade Center. Two movies that you should see once and only once.

There were 11 separate occasions where I had tears streaming down my face. Now, I know this wouldn't be true of the average person. I think the average might be three. Maybe four. But, well, me and crying are like the bestest of pals, so… eleven. And I say separate because there were tears, they stopped, and then there were more. And when I say tears, I mean more than one – and not just getting all misty eyed because then we're talking more.

Now that I've made that statement… probably at least half (maybe more) were because of good things. I was like, smiling and laughing and crying all at the same time. So – way better than Million Dollar Baby tears (by far), if we're keeping track of emotions.

It was a good movie. Not the best movie, but worth seeing. And it doesn't need to be on the big screen, you can rent this one. The movie wasn't about the effects and the most spectacular scenes involving the buildings falling are the ones we all saw that day on TV. Everyone in the movie is doing exactly what we all did – they're glued to the set - and you see a lot of grainy TVs.

I'd like to take this moment to say that I loved the Marine. And if you know any Marines, you will love the Marine too. He also has the best line in the movie.

Maggie Gyllenhaal looked a whole lot like Rachel Ray in this movie. I'm not sure why, but I had that thought twice throughout the film's run so it must be true. Maria Bello looked way older than I thought she was, but as it turns out, she's 39. Who knew? Nick Cage was, indeed, covered in ruble most of the movie. So many times I wished I could brush the dust and dirt caked on his face away for him. So, turns out, he wasn't as annoying as I imagined he would be and I actually cared about him. But Michael Peña was the star of this movie. He was really brilliant. I see many good things for him in the future. (PS – If you don't know him, he was also in Million Dollar Baby and Crash. So me saying that I see many good things for him… well, no shit, right? He's freakin' awesome. I'm by no means insightful in pointing out his wonderfulness, but I think that more people should recognize it. RECOGNIZE!)

So, in sum… see it once, cry a bunch, swoon over Michael Peña's acting abilities, and appreciate The Marines, the fire department, and the police for what they do. And always remember to tell those you love that you do indeed love them, even if you're sure they already know.

End Blog.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Carnie Wilson

We all know her. We all love her. (Okay, maybe you don't, but I have no complaints.) But, like, randomly... I was thinking...

That the hell kind of name is Carnie?

It evokes images of circus freaks and carnivores. I think that beach boy musta fried his brain in the sun too long to name his daughter that.

Is it a nickname? What could it possibly be short for? Why am I so remarkably obsessed with it? But most importantly, why haven't I ever thought to ask this question before?

Troublesome.

End Blog.

Monday, August 07, 2006

My EW Rant

Awesome. My Entertainment Weekly arrived an entire week late. And, on top of that, the newst one still hasn't come by mail. I still don't know what the new releases are this week, but I now have a good idea of what I missed last week. It's actually quite sad how much of my life revolves around the cinema anymore. (I thought I might sound a little bit less sad if I used the word cinema. I think that completely backfired, don't you?)

Yes, my life's so uneventful that I actually care about this. You know, I have no idea "What to Watch" on TV. Not that I've been watching much TV anyway. (We're not counting the 8 hours of Gilmore Girls yesterday. But seriously, without guidance I will somehow find the only marathon on air.)

I also like to know the new DVD releases so that I can update my Blockbuster queue. (Lisa Kudrow's critically acclaimed HBO show The Comeback is finally out. I'll let you know if it's worth it.)

I will say that was one good thing about my mail carrier in DC. I dunno why the mail system worked so much better there, but every single Friday, without fail, my EW was in my mailbox. Friday. The day when you want it most. And sadly, at that point in my life, I didn't even have the money to go to the movies... and forget about a drink or twizzlers.

Stupid EW.

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PS - I wanna see World Trade Center (because of Maggie Gyllenhaal and Maria Bello (did you know she was from Norristown, PA?)) which is releasing on Wednesday. Who wantsta go with me? C'mon! You know you want to...

08.07.06

I wanted to just point out that the date today is kinda cool, no?

And that it was Hershey's birthday. She was fun and loveable dog that was well liked and is missed. Oh, guess who doesn't have a dog anymore.

That's right. Me.

Just making sure we all remembered that.

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Sunday, August 06, 2006

The Next Eight Hours

Someone help!

I've stumbled upon a Gilmore Girls Marathon on ABC Family and without your help, for the next 8 hours I will be watching this show. Sadly, I fear, I've probably seen most of these episodes.

Sigh. I guess my day's been planned by TV programmers once again. Damn you weekend marathons. Damn you.

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Friday, August 04, 2006

Things I've Been Meaning to Blog About

Again, in summarized list form because, once again, I am lazy.

1. I know you're wondering, and have been for a long time, why I never commented on the Dr Pepper logo change. Well, here you go: Because I really love it. It's classy, it's advertising its 23 flavors, and it's got a spiffy "Est. 1885". And it's still the right color and stuff. So, in summary, that maroon/red is probably my favorite color, I like that they're the oldest soda company in America and finally making it known, and no, prune is NOT one of the 23 flavors. Glad that's all out of the way.

2. I have currently made more money in the past 5 months than I made in all of last year. I know because I did my taxes last year and couldn't believe that I was still alive making so little. I've also built my savings back up to where it used to be. This also means that since I have more money, I'm spending more money. I don't see this as a bad thing though. I'm not living like a pauper anymore. I bought new clothes. I eat out often and I've seen every movie I wanted to in the theaters. Man, I missed that so much. Movies rock.

3. I mentioned weighing 116 in the previous blog. The Big Mac and the random cakes that have been brought into work the past two days have not helped. Even at night (when I traditionally weigh more) with all my clothes and shoes on, I weigh 119. I don't know how this happened. I don't work out. I've kinda had the urge to look in on my fitness room at the apartment complex, but I haven't actually done it. (Remember, lazy.) I think the problem lies in the temperature outside. When it's super hot out I don't really have interest in eating. Does that happen to anyone else? I know I'm not eating right – or enough – or something. I just have no desire to fix the situation. Someone come force feed me if you someday read on here that I only weigh 105. Because then I'm probably in trouble. Though, I'm not fretting yet at 116. All my clothes still fit the same.

4. Ah, this one's big. This happened while I was in Chicago and never got to fully rant about this topic. So, let's dive in. I hate the president. He vetoed stem cell research because it's immoral. That man makes me so angry.

Firstly, I don't really like that we're using the term "embryonic stem cell research". Whatever you may think, what they are using for this research is a blastocyst. It's a hollow ball of about 150 undifferentiated cells – which is the whole point of the damn research. There is no brain or heart or spleen or, well, anything yet. It's a bunch of fricken cells that are no more than 4-5 days old. Embryos and fetuses have fundamental tissues and organs. We are NOT killing babies – but by NOT doing this research, we are killing people.

Scientists can get these cells to proliferate for a year or more in the laboratory without differentiating. Refresh my memory, Mr. Bush… how long does it take to make a baby? This research is not hurting human life – it's helping it. The person who is being irresponsibly immoral here is you. That's right. You. Not the scientists. Because you're preventing those with life threatening illnesses from getting a treatment that could save them pain, suffering, and even death.

You have ignored 72% of the American people, bi-partisan majorities in both houses of Congress and our nation's leading scientists. You have dashed the hope of millions of Americans suffering from Parkinson's, Alzheimer's, Multiple Sclerosis, cancer and diabetes.

Get this: In a recent study, scientists directed mouse embryonic stem cells to differentiate into specific neurons by introducing a particular gene. When transplanted into the brains of a rat model of Parkinson's, these stem cell-derived neurons reinnervated the brains of the rat Parkinson model, released dopamine in the brain, and improved overall motor function.

There is ABSOLUTELY NO REASON why we haven't cured this disease. So, thank you Mr. President. For everything.

It kinda makes me think that all the Secret Service folks on Bush's detail really ought to ALL go for Starbucks at the EXACT same time every single day so some hero with a rifle can load up and take potshots. Not that I want Cheney taking over the reigns. How many more years of this do we have?

The next candidate for president should run on a platform supporting this research. They should get 72% of the vote. It all makes me very angry.

I get the value of life, really, I do. My problem is that I value those who have been living in the world more than a few cells that could maybe someday become a person. The whole situation really makes me want to donate my eggs to some stem cell research company. Lord knows I don't want kids of my own.

5. I'm calming down. That went on entirely longer than I intended. Next topic: Middle America. What does that term really mean? And I'm not talking about geographically speaking – not El Salvador and Guatemala and stuff, and not even the Midwest of the US… but, like… when people in politics refer to Middle America, what does that mean? People who are neither right nor left in the political climate? To me the term has a bad connotation and I don't even know why I have this weird prejudice if I don't really know what it means. I feel like I associate Middle America with those in the Bible Belt. Which would explain my feelings towards them, I suppose. But like, someone should correct me on this. Middle America = Bible Thumpers. (I admit I'm quite ignorant sometimes.)

6. I can no longer remember anything else I was going to talk about. So, I think I'll go watch my new Blockbuster DVD - Sarah Silverman: Jesus is Magic. Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll let you know how it was, but my guess is most likely Magical!

End Blog.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Weight Loss

When I got up this morning and headed for the shower, I decided I'd weigh myself on the way. The scale told me I weighed 116 pounds for the third day in a row.

Today I had a Big Mac and fries for lunch.

End Blog.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Tuesday, July 18 - Wednesday, July 19: Chicago

Tuesday evening I went to dinner at the oldest Italian restaurant in Chicago called The Italian Village. The food was really good. I ended up getting pasta stuffed with pheasant. But, anyway, I went with a girl from class who just started working at the Little Rock Crime Lab at the beginning of this year. She's also in trace and so we bonded and sort of talked shop over dinner. Which was cool because I've never had a chance to do that before. Overall, it was a really great evening. And now I have a contact in Arkansas, should I ever need one for some reason.

Oh, I almost forgot… While we were eating I had a transgendered woman come up to me and ask me where I got my shirt – because she wanted one as well. Because it's perfect for "girls like us." The shirt? My navy one that reads "Objects under shirt are larger than they appear." So, basically, I could formerly be a man with this body of mine. At least, that's all I really took away from that encounter. Oh, and for everyone else – I got in NJ at a place called Gadzooks.

When I got back to my room that evening I saw fireworks going off from Grant Park from my window. They were very big and pretty. Ooo, ahh…

Wednesday, well, Wednesday was the day I'd been waiting for since I got there. Wednesday I got to go see Wicked. I walked north and waited for them to open the doors to the Ford Theater. After I was inside – and waiting for them to open another set of doors – I found myself at a small counter where I could buy lovely wickedly overpriced merchandise. So… I bought a shirt. It's grey with black short sleeves and it says "Defy Gravity" on the front and "Wicked" on the back. It's so pretty. I love my new shirt. And really, what a great little saying. It's so applicable to many things.

The doors finally open and I find my seat… in the third to the last row against the wall. I sat down and kinda wished I had my li'l binoculars that I bought for the Madonna concert back in 2001. I should have planned better… alas. The theater is packed. I'm pretty sure there isn't an empty seat in the house, so I'm super happy that I got mine – even if it's way up in the rafters. The other slight downfall is that there are a hundred million young kids there and each and every one of them is texting someone on their cell phone.

I assume that when the play starts, these phones will be tucked away and not seen until the end. Well… you know what happens when you assume. The worst part about this play were the girls sitting directly in front of me and to my left. While the lights were out and the show was on, these damn girls didn't put their phones away. They didn't make a sound, but they lit up and threw an incredible glare as I was trying to watch the stage. I think it should be completely legal to murder these people.

Obviously I'm now old. I don't understand how texting could be so important and thrilling to do WHILE YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF WATCHING WICKED. And if they're talking about the play… dude, take mental notes and blog about it later or something. They didn't ruin the experience, but I can guarantee that it would have been better without them. Reason 976 why I'm never having children. Although, mine would be more polite.

Now that I'm done ranting… let's talk about this, the most fabulous musical known to humankind. If you'd rather not know anything about the play, you should stop reading here.

I was sorta surprised at how little dialogue there was between the first three songs. I mean, there like, isn't hardly any. It starts off with a bang. And I loved the staging of the man in the green jacket and how we never see his face. Brilliant.

I also enjoyed the adaptations from the book, and how we see that Elphaba has great powers she doesn't know how to control when she's upset. It was a good way to advance the story quickly and give reason as to why Madame Morrible singles her out so quickly.

Then… we get "What is This Feeling?" I couldn't stop grinning the minute it started. And I liked the slight differences in interpretation we got from the different actresses versus the original Broadway cast recording. It was great how they made it their own. Elphaba was way funnier than I expected her to be. Galinda didn't let me down. In fact, at one point I felt like Reese Witherspoon – as Elle Woods – was playing Galinda. (Which if you know me, you understand what a great compliment this is.)

Professor Dillamond was lovely, but I was highly upset that he was a history (Yuck!) teacher instead of a biology (Yay!) teacher like he was supposed to be. Fiyero was hot (of course, it could have been the distance). I absolutely loved the guy playing him (Kristoffer Cusick).

"Popular" also did not let me down and I had high expectations going into this. (Although Galinda's jumping around so much she gets really out of breath.) Also, some of the sets were really cool and nothing like I'd imagined. They made it rain at one point without any actual water, but it totally looked like it. I was impressed. Again, the play is funnier than I expected.

Then when Kristy Cates sang "Defying Gravity", I was completely floored. It must be one of her favorite songs to sing or something because she put more into that performance than any other. And immediately I was so happy that was the shirt I decided to buy. That song was freakin' amazing. I wished I could have like… clapped louder at the end of it.

I also liked how Glinda didn't tell Fiyero he was attending his own engagement party. He was completely in the dark… and it totally made sense as to why he ran off in the middle of it now. The soundtrack always had left me with a few vague holes since it was missing dialogue.

Elphaba and Fiyero's song together was adorable, but her song with Glinda at the end ("For Good") totally made me cry. I couldn't give a higher review. If you could only see one play or musical in your entire life, it should be this one.

The best scene? That would be between Glinda and Elphaba right after Nessarose has a house dropped on her by a tornado that Madame Morrible created (Weather is her specialty. She stops the rain earlier in the play, foreshadowing this moment.) You can tell they really are two best friends.

They got a standing O at the end of the night – which you knew they'd be getting by the fourth song. It was amazing.

I love that Elphaba's so misunderstood by everyone and known in our world as the Wicked Witch of the West and green and scary to all children. I never liked her in the Wizard of Oz, she was creepy, and the laugh! *shudders* And then you see the story of her life… and realize that the Wizard and Morrible set her up. And Glinda had ambitions that blinded her to what was going on. All Elphaba was doing was trying to make good and protect those people who mean a great deal to her, including others who are outsiders. Elphalba's a hero – and it's especially great for those of us who sometimes feel like we're on the outskirts of society, or misunderstood, or were never popular. And circumstances beyond her control caused all the rest…

I liked the adaptations from the book. They did a phenomenal job. Every writer, director, actor, set designer, music arranger and performer… every stage hand and lighting person and… I couldn't say enough good things. If you have the opportunity – GO SEE WICKED.

But, this is long (sorry) and now I must go grab Erin from the airport. The rest of the stay in the windy city was pretty uneventful… when I get the time, I'll do a little recap of all the rest.

'Til then.

End Blog.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The Job

So, remember how I went to crime scene school so I could be put on this special list that lets me go out and actually work crime scenes? Yeah, well, I hit the top of the list today and was called out to the police garage to process a car that was towed there.

Woo! My very first "crime scene".

Exciting. I love my job. Have I mentioned that recently?

(Shhh, we're currently ignoring all the newfound paperwork I have to do involving the grant I've started working on and how I have to give all my cases away. People should really just give us money to solve crimes and trust that we're doing our jobs. Putting restrictions on what you can do kinda sucks a bit. I'm still slightly bitter about my co-worker quitting, although everyone else at the lab has been super nice and highly supportive. I suppose I'm not a very good person. But, You, Dear Reader, knowing me so well, probably already knew that.)

=)

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More Randomness For Your (My) Amusement

Your Eyes Should Be Brown



Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom

What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart




Your 2005 Song Is:


Since You've Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson

"But since you've been gone
I can breathe for the first time
I'm so moving on"

In 2005, you moved on.


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Monday, July 24, 2006

This Still Isn't About Chicago




Your Five Factor Personality Profile



Extroversion:



You have low extroversion.

You are quiet and reserved in most social situations.

A low key, laid back lifestyle is important to you.

You tend to bond slowly, over time, with one or two people.



Conscientiousness:



You have medium conscientiousness.

You're generally good at balancing work and play.

When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.

But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.



Agreeableness:



You have high agreeableness.

You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.

Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.

You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.



Neuroticism:



You have medium neuroticism.

You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.

Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.

Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.



Openness to experience:



Your openness to new experiences is high.

In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.

You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.

A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.

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Sunday, July 23, 2006

Neighbors

Neat! I just met the people that live in 302. They moved in recently and thought that they'd go meet their neighbors. They seemed like nice people. I suppose that's a good thing to have around.

They brought me some trail mix that they made. And if they haven't poisoned me with it, you'll probably see a post from me again.

End Blog.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Sunday 16 - Monday 17, July 2006: Chicago

Sunday night after arriving at the hotel I unpacked my things so I wasn't living out of a suitcase like I usually do on trips. It was actually kind of pleasant. Also, I sorta had to so that the nice clothes weren't all wrinkled. I stayed in my room until after 8 and then decided I was hungry. So, I took to the streets and wandered upon a Bennigan's. I ate there, walked back, and went to sleep.

The bed was much harder than I'm used to. I missed the sleep number a lot. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well. Also, there was lots of street noise – honking horns, screeching tires, the el train. Sleep could have been better.

Anyway, the next morning I wake up with plenty of time to get ready and am sucked into watching the news on the conflict between Lebanon and Israel. Then I realize my shuttle to class is leaving in 5 minutes, so I go to catch the elevator.

I wait and wait and wait… still no elevator. So, I think to myself… "Self, this is ridiculous. Why don't you just take the stairs?" So, I turn to the stairwell and run down the narrow seven flights only to find a door that's only an emergency exit where an alarm will sound if I use it. So, I go back up a flight in confusion. The second floor looks like it's all conference rooms and completely deserted. In fact, I can't even find an elevator on that floor other than one labeled "Service Elevator". So, I go up one more floor. And wait for the damn elevator. At this point I know I'm already late. The shuttle must have left by now.

While waiting on the third floor for the elevator so that I can find my way to the lobby, I see a maintenance guy and ask him if there are stairs that lead to the lobby. He points me to the stairs at the other end of the hall. I should have thought of that. Another set of stairs! So, I head down that way and finally make my way to the lobby, 10 minutes after I had started the journey.

The shuttle to class has gone.

So, I walk next door to the Hilton and steal one of their cabs since they were all nicely lined up out there and none were coming over to my hotel. The cab driver missed the building and circled the block, even though I told him I'd just walk and was in a hurry. Whatever. I just made it there in the nick of time. It just cost me an extra $10.

After class I decided I'd take a walk up to Millennium Park and take some pictures, do some other sightseeing things. I watched a bunch of people playing in the fountains and then heard music coming from the park. I went over and watched this orchestra rehearse for a while. They were playing a song I played in high school. I don't remember what it was called, but I remember playing it.

Then I watched some radical Christians protesting homosexuality. The Gay Games were in town and Millennium Park was the sight of some of their events. In fact, I think they were the participants in the rehearsal I was watching. Anyway, the religious folk were walking around with their signs telling people to repent, that marriage was defined as a union between man and woman, and then there were people who were "ex-homosexuals" who were "saved" by the Bible. I was leaning against a wall watching the interactions between the two sides and waiting for an opportunity to take a picture of one of the signs so that you could read it, when a woman from the other side of the group took a picture of her own and saw me trying to do the same. I eventually got mine and she came up to me asking if I had gotten it. I said yes and nodded, she smiled and winked, and made her way into the grassy area where the rehearsal was taking place.

I kept on walking north and found myself on the Magnificent Mile. Lots of high end shopping to be had. Not that I was really interested in it. But it was pretty and there was lots of traffic in that part of town. I took a picture of Oprah's "All suite Omni Hotel located in the heart of the Magnificent Mile."

Then I set out to find dinner. I found what seemed to be a family owned Indian place called Gaylords and ate there. I've never had Indian food prior to this. But I figured, hey, it's Chicago, I'm on my own, I might as well try something new. I asked my waiter for a suggestion and he ordered some sort of mixed grill kind of thing so I had a few things to try. The food wasn't bad, but I think that I'm probably not an Indian type of food person. I think I'd rather eat Thai or Chinese if I had to pick something from that side of the world.

Then I walked around some more – all the way over to Navy Pier. Took more pictures. By this time the sun was setting… so either I got really pretty pictures of the sunset and the city, or I got a whole bunch of under exposed photos. I guess we'll find out if I ever get them developed. (I was using my mom's old camera as my digital one has pretty much died on me.) I also took pictures of the Ferris wheel and all that fun stuff, although I didn't actually do anything but walk around out there by the water. Lake Michigan is bluer than I thought it would be. And it's so big it looks like the ocean – except without the waves like the Gulf of Mexico. Pretty impressive.

Then there was more walking. Walking walking walking. Have I mentioned the oppressive heat and humidity? It's very hot. And humid. And I'm walking over four miles. I also kinda missed my cross street on the way back and overshot going west by about four blocks. Oops. I found a CVS and bought two bottles of Dr Pepper, missing Kansas City where you can order it in every restaurant.

I found the Chicago Theater, you know, the one with the big, famous sign? But the lights were out on it and it was really dark, so I couldn't take a picture. But I saw it. I also saw the ABC News 7 studio. They have these giant glass windows that look right in on the anchor desk. It's like, window, cameras, anchor desk. I'd never be able to do the news while watching people on the street like that. Especially if they're like… pounding on the glass or jumping around in front of it.

Anyway… I finally make it back to the hotel, completely exhausted and hot. I figure at least I'll sleep well since I'm so exhausted. But, it was fun until the last 5 blocks, even if I was by myself. (I found that people were great in class but not all that social outside of it.) So, I make a plan to not miss the shuttle to class again. It involves using the proper stairs and giving myself over ten minutes to go down seven floors, which I feel is quite excessive.

Still more to come on the Chicago front, like that awesomeness that was Wicked. That's enough for now though, this was way long… (And I think it changed tense a whole lot.)

'Til then -

End Blog.

Friday, July 21, 2006

I Made This!

These were all made on the last day of the PLM class at the McCrone Research Institute in Chicago. We were recrystalizing substances, looking at polymorphisms, and doing mixed fusion reactions. I decided that some of the images I was seeing needed to be captured for eternity. Where as others decided to take pictures of their recrystalized cocaine and TNT, I went for some of the other, prettier images. These three impressed me the most:



This is a photomicrograph of DDT under crossed polars at 200 times magnification. I grew these crystals myself! Ooooo, pretty.




This is mercuric iodide. It has two stable polymorphs at room temperature - both pictured here in normal transmitted light.




And this would be Benzotriazole, also 200x, crossed poles. You're looking at the birefringence, or difference in refrative indices, that's somewhere in the 3rd to 4th order.

Microscopy is fun!

~More to come on the trip to Chicago. I'll not bore you with all the ejamucation I just received. Although, I'm like 12 times smarter than I was when I left.

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Sunday, July 16, 2006

Chicken in a Car and a Car Won't Go...

That's how you spell Chicago.

I learned that little rhyme from my grandfather. (Not that it really rhymes or anything.) I suspect this is why I'm such a bad speller.

I also remember siging a song with him when I was little to the tune of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" that went:

Take a ride in the car, car
Take a ride in the car, car
Take a ride in the car, caaaaaar
Take a ride in the car. (Inventive, I know)

Then, for the next verse you just hum and buzz your lips like a motor boat. It was incredibly fun when you were a kid. You also got a horsey ride on his knee.

Aaaaanyway... the point of this post is to say that I'll be out of town in Chicago until the evening of the 21st. And that, you'll have to live without me until then, as I doubt I'll have internet access unless I go actively seek it out somewhere... which I'm not that likely to do.

I'll share what happens when I get back. And maybe review Wicked. Or, you know, something.

'Til then.

End Blog.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Organs

So, I saw Pirate's Dead Man's Chest last night and through the eternally long movie kept thinking about how organ music is creepy. Villians play them, they're the main soundtrack to horror movies... and then... you have them in church.

Coincidence? I think not. Churches are creepy too, when you think about it.

Anyway, the movie was too long if I start having thoughts like this. Just, FYI, movie people.

Oh, and just so Superman Returns doesn't feel left out, I kept thinking about that damn pool table on the boat. Who would ever think that's a good idea? It plagued me a lot.


End Blog.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Spreading the LJ Interview Fun

INSTRUCTIONS:
01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
02. I respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
03. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to these questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Questions from Emmmitt:

1) You find out you are a potential slayer in the Buffy verse (end of season 7). You get your super powers, how does your life change?

First, I thank god I'm a hot chick with superpowers. Then I quit my job, move to Ohio, and join the harem of other potentials I'm sure are conglomerating there. Suddenly physically agile, I enjoy training and become proficient in using all sorts of weapons like crossbows and shiny axes. (Hot!) In my down time when I'm not vamp hunting on the Hellmouth, I befriend Willow, personally thank her, and slowly woo her into leaving Kennedy.


2) Someone offers you a brand new Ford Mustang, the catch is that whenever you drive it you have to be completely naked. Do you take the car, how often do you drive it? Leather or cloth seats?

I take the car, but only if it's black, blue, or light green, has cloth seats, isn't a convertable, and I don't have to pay the insurance on it. Then, I tint the windows to an illegal darkness. If I get pulled over for it, at least I'm at an advantage to the cop – coming upon a random naked person can fluster some. Although, walking up to the darkly tinted windows, firearms may be drawn, so I'll be sure to roll down my window once I'm safely stopped. I'll drive it nights and weekends (unless I'm pulled over too often and actually have to pay the fines because the cops don't appreciate the nakedness). I'd also get a vanity plate that says "IMNUDE" and shave my legs more often. Of course, this is only if you let me wear shoes. I need shoes to drive.


3) Through the glory that is the internet you find a way to get paid to watch TV and eat snack food. No one passes up this job. But they will take your internet connection away. Do you take this job? Does anyone ever hear from you again?

I don't know that I could actually take this job with that stipulation. If I had to choose one, I'd rather keep the internet – as you can download television from it. Although, getting paid to do nothing is my dream job. But, no, I couldn't live without the internet. What a painful question. I hate you for making me choose.


4) Madonna is auctioning off a one time show in a person's home. How long do you stick around bidding on this, how far would you go?

Knowing full well I'd never be able to afford it, I don't bid at all. But I talk about it incessantly for days and weeks on end. A close friend or coworker finally snaps and kills me just to shut me up. I request Madonna to be played at my memorial service and a Dr Pepper can to be placed next to a wonderfully photoshopped version of myself in a life-sized portrait.


5) CSI is starting a new show and actually wants the science to be right, they hire you to help out, since you are young, hip and have experience. You have to move to LA. And you will be working insane hours (12 or so a day, 6 days a week while filming (24 weeks over 10 months) for only reasonable money. Do you take the job?

(The longest explanation, ever, follows. This was the worst question you could have asked me.)

Yes, I take the job (I live in a crap apartment I hardly see and eat everything I can from craft services). Then I completely takeover the creative identity of the show and overhaul it. (In fact, I'd like the show to be rated TV MA and move to late at night so we can show more horrible things. It's crime people, it's not pretty like you think.) It will be reformatted in style and the CSI's job description will change drastically. Criminalists will be included as characters. In order to keep the number of people to a minimum, there'll be 1-2 specialists from each section – CSI, firearms, fingerprint, trace, DNA, chemistry, the prosecutor's office, and police.

At the beginning, we'll never show the crime actually occurring, or who the suspects or victims are. The audience will be in the dark along with the investigators. No one will know what happened at a scene when they arrive – the show should be all about knowing how to approach the scene and the reconstruction of events. Different pieces of information will filter in from each section of the lab after analysis (in any order) for each case being worked. Crimes will not be solved in a day and cases from several years ago will still be open and being worked.

The audience will see more stupid criminals making statements like, "I never had sex with that girl. But if I did, it was completely consensual. I know what a big deal this investigation is so I wouldn't lie; I just got outta incarceration on a rape charge last year." These statements will only be made to police officers, never to CSIs or criminalists. Criminalists will later read these statements in case reports and laugh with each other over cubicle walls.

The series will also show CSIs taking proper photographs and measurements with actual tape measures (have you ever seen this?). They'll make diagrams. They will never package anything in plastic, unless it's something valuable like money or jewelry. Likewise, money will not be packaged in manila envelopes, ever.

We will show scenes in dilapidated houses that are completely filthy and gross. They'll process cars that have trash in them from 1998. Crime scenes will not be pretty. Dead bodies will have maggots and flies. But, we'll also go to boring old burglary scenes. They'll have less fancy equipment and complain about budget, training, and lab accreditation. I'll make sure it's known that not everyone is qualified to do every kind of analysis. Some things will not be able to happen in-house and will be outsourced elsewhere.

Not every sample will go to DNA and the DNA turn around time will never be within a few hours. That's impossible. The AFIS system will never make a positive match. A mugshot will never show up with an AFIS hit. There won't be a machine that you can put a sample in, push a button, and get a read-out of what said sample is. Analysts will not know every component of shoe polish or any other random substance.

No one will carry a gun unless they are a police officer. And no one will have a shady past because everyone had to pass a background investigation and polygraph test to get the job in the first place. The characters will be funnier, with a really dark sense of humor.

We'll show processing of dead bodies at the morgue before the autopsy. (It's not always all about cause of death.) When they talk about seeing something under a microscope, the TV will actually show the proper image of what said substance looks like. Luminol will only glow in complete darkness. The science geeks won't sit around explaining things to each other because why in the world would they tell each other stuff they both already know? If explanation is needed, it will be to police officers or lawyers without a scientific background. They will never call something blood after performing a presumptive test because of worries about legal ramifications and the wording of everything they report.

They'll do a few cross-over shows with the many Law & Orders as expert witnesses. They'll have mis-trials every once in a while. Obviously guilty people will get off because juries are dumb. Plea agreements will be made. Expert witnesses will get banned from saying the word "victim" on the stand because it's too prejudicial to the defendant and there's a wacky judge ruling the case. The police, CSIs, lab personnel, and lawyers will not peacefully coexist. A wonderfully horrible love/hate relationship will emerge somewhere along the way between individuals from these groups. You'll need a hatchet for the sexual tension.

Inevitably, ratings will drop and the show will tank within a year. I'll go back to my old job, thankfully.

A few fans will honestly love my direction and buy the show's one and only season on DVD, then create fan forums about the show and its characters. The two most attractive and slashable people will have a cult fan fic following. I will read it and curse the public for not knowing good TV when it comes around.


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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Wicked Awesome!

So, I've decided to take advantage of the fact that the KCPD is sending me to Chicago for a week and I bought a ticket to go see Wicked at The Ford Center Oriental Theater. I'm psyched. Not only to see the play but because I was actually proactive in (a) spending money on something I want and (b) doing something in a strange city on my own and not staying in the hotel room alone. And... it's Wicked! Very cool. Can't wait.

I think I've pretty much learned the basics of the polarized light microscope the past two days at work. I feel that my boss has prepared me well and that the class isn't going to be nearly as intimidating as I initially thought. (Really, you should see how many gadgets this one microscope has.)


I'm ready to go enjoy a new city - because we all know that Nikki enjoys visiting cities and living well outside of them. It should be a good trip. Plus, I've never been to Chicago, so I've got some sightseeing to do. You know, like Millennium Park, Navy Pier, the Hancock Building... stuff like that. (You know, there are things in DC I never got around to doing. But mostly, I really wish I had gotten to the Holocaust Museum before I left.)

I'm also hoping that there's someone friendly and like-minded in the class that I can hang out with since I have three other nights to fill. (With said things above.)

And I get to write off things (well, mostly food) on an expense report! I'm still kinda shocked at having a real job that is providing me with this opportunity. *Hugs the KCPCL*

I heart my job.

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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Locked Out

I picked up my new front door key this evening when I came home from work – as I was locked out of my apartment. Or, so I thought.

Turns out that my old key still opens my back door. So, I'm not really sure what the whole point was. I suppose the people taking over the apt complex wanted to know that they had a master key for every door, whereas I thought it was a security issue.

Guess not.

But, just for picking up my keys, I was entered into a drawing for a new MP3 player or an iPod. So, wish me luck on that. And with the new company that's taking over. Let's hope I like them just as well and the customer service doesn't change.

*jingles keys*

I have so many now. I have a feeling I'll try to open my door with my old key for the next several days, seeing as how I didn't get rid of it since it isn't completely useless.

But um… yeah… good news for those of you who didn't get their keys to my place revoked. We're now back door buddies! I know you couldn't be happier.

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Friday, July 07, 2006

Figurative Allegorical Metaphors

I stole the following post from one of my friends from undergrad, and I didn't tell him about it. But, I'm sure he won't mind me sharing these because they are humorous, and well, he didn't come up with them either.


Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year's winners:

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p. m. instead of 7:30.
(I understand this completely!)

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p. m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p. m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.


Think you've got something better? I challenge you to post something just as funny. Maybe I'll like, send you a cookie or something.

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Thursday, July 06, 2006

Good News! I Don't Have HIV

Not that there was reason to worry. But, wasn't that the sweetest blog title I've ever had?

Turns out all the blood chemistry they ran on me fell into the normal range. Although, my chloride level was exactly the top acceptable number allowable. Not that I know how bad a high chloride level would be. I mean, we need chloride ions for all sorts of biological stuff. And by all sorts of stuff I mean I only remember learning about the central nervous system using it. I don't know what happens when you have too much chloride. Guess all those years working on that bio degree really paid off, eh?

Maybe I should ask LVC for my money back. I mean, I could use the money. According to these results, I'm not going to die anytime soon.

Of course, there's always the possibility of getting hit by a bus or getting killed in some gruesome murder.

What an upbeat ending. I'm in an awfully odd mood this evening. Don't ever let me watch American Psycho ever again. I mean it. Never.

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Wednesday, July 05, 2006

No Fricken Way!

Okay, so, remember how I said I missed going to see the Maple Shade Fireworks display with J? I was just informed tonight that they had dragonflies as fireworks this year. Dragonflies!!

And you should have seen how impressed I was a few years ago when I saw the smilie faces the first time - before they were so popular everywhere.

I mean... Dragonflies!

My fireworks weren't nearly as cool as that. Another reason to miss my 4th of July tradition.

Dragonflies.

How sweet is that?

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Waiting It Out

Yes, I know that for the first time in a long time I have health insurance. And I know that I've had a somewhat persistent cough for three weeks now. But, I swear, it's finally starting to feel a little better and no… I'm not going to the doctor.

I've been told to by several people, but I really don't think that's the answer. Coughs don't just last a week like the majority of cold symptoms do, and it's the only remaining reminder that I was sick awhile back.

I read a medical study that said coughs often last three weeks - and often last a month. They also showed that antibiotics really didn't help speed up the recovery process. Antibiotics don't treat coughs. And therefore, there is nothing a doctor could do for me right now.

Even if I did go and they prescribed antibiotics, I wouldn't want to take them. I know how over prescribed they are and the whole theory about bacteria becoming resistant to them. I have a hard time with anyone getting antibiotics for colds. Even bronchitis. It doesn't do anything for you. Pneumonia, on the other hand, okay. You can have the medicine. It will actually help you. I don't have pneumonia.

So, the plan is to continue waiting. The cough is still kinda there but not nearly as bad. And studies show that it's highly likely I should still have it even after all this time. It's just that it's getting quite annoying. And I like to complain. A lot.

Complain, complain. *cough*

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Tuesday, July 04, 2006

The Fireworks Aren't the Same Without You

Same colors and shapes and explosions. The same patterns and sounds.

But still, the firework displays aren't the same with you, J.

No one on Earth likes them like you do and just watching them and sharing in your joy is one of the things I'll miss the most about all of my 4th of Julys to come. That and seeing your eyes grow so big when you see the cotton candy stand in the distance.

I wish everyone could have that childlike joy you reserve for this one day.

It's the first fourth without you in some time - I hope that you know you are missed. I wish I coulda been there.

I know, sappy and emotional. But there are things you just can't move with you that are sorely missed.

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Saturday, July 01, 2006

Summer Movie Vintage Mustang Count

...is now at two.

1. The Lake House, 1967, brown
2. Superman Returns, 1966, light blue

I know that you could care less. But this is my blog and I can do whatever I want.


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