Tuesday, February 17, 2009

He stared

oooo it's been a while! ish. feels like ages.

nothing has changed much - nothing too exciting happening either. friday was my unofficial valentine's day. on saturday I went to jenny's house to watch moooovies and to meet all of jenny's crazy friends and dance around in sleeping bags and laugh. on sunday I visited the new recital centre, very shiny. and to dfo to buy dresses and things.

helping sis with her homework. I thought I'd never have to touch this stuff again D: <

Monday, February 9, 2009

at her.

I've been in a bad cycle lately - happens when I can't adjust to waking up early in the mornings, and can't tell myself to get to bed earlier. so I come home from labs so tired that I crash for an hour or two on the bed/couch, get up feeling crap, wake up a little more, and by the time it's two in the morning I can't sleep at all.

sis and I have been salivating over all the things we could make with a proper working oven. above everything else, we haven't made a chocolate cake in ages. T_T no store-bought cakes for us! and steamed cakes just ain't the same! T_T



is it possible to get re-sensitised to things? because when they were killing the guinea pig this morning I actually flinched.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

His gaze

... life on mars US isn't actually that bad. :O

all these news broadcasts on the fires are kind of scary. I really hope everyone's alright, not just the people living there but the CFA as well. we have some old family friends up in jindivick who might be threatened. and poor phgrenadier too.

finally watched billy elliot in its entirety and it was awesome. and gay. and awesome.

and lastly, since gastronomy seems to be a bit dead, I might as well post works in progress here.


frog man, na na na na na na na na FROG MAN

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

turned vacant,

eta.


- bathroom window is translucent, ie. enough to let light in and at the same time prevent people peeping in. thank god.

- I'm to do the same experiments for a while, probably up until I finish in the lab, but they will be time controls instead, with some caffeine experiments thrown in. time controls apparently being the dullest experiment one can do, because the only variable there is pressure and there are no exciting drugs to compare against. oh god. maybe I'm being punished. T_T


I have seen Rudd's speech three times on tv now and I'm getting a little sick of his face.

as if he were

this is how an untypical morning goes:


1. wake up ten minutes later than late.

2. drag self to bathroom only to find the sink has been replaced.
  • replacement sink has no working tap.
  • brush teeth in laundry sink.
3. actually make breakfast. [phgrenadier: two eggs ;D]
  • have heart attack when sis squeaks and grabs my arm.
  • find cockroach on kitchen bench.
  • on dad's suggestion, pour boiling water on cockroach and cook it to death.
  • lose appetite.
4. watch dad and sis leave.
  • soon afterwards, rabbit appears.
  • pat rabbit.
  • chase rabbit.
  • ignore vibes of resentment from cat.
5. attempt to pack lunch.
  • pantry empty.
  • change mind.
6. leave house.

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I did end up arriving late to lab today, but only relatively. Plenty of time to make up stock solution and set up all the equipment. For anyone who doesn't know, my lab work consists mainly of a) cannulating intestines [ie. threading the tissue onto tubes so solution can flow through], b) topping up solution reservoirs, c) occasionally altering solution flow and d) recording for 20 or 30 minute periods. Drugs flushed through the tissue sometimes have the effects they're supposed to and sometimes - most of the time - they don't. I guess tissue varies from guinea pig to guinea pig but I'm pretty sure that a lot of it is human error too. Riveting stuff.

All the activity is recorded using a webcam and video imaged, compressed, converted into matlab summary files and finally analysed off graphs. So stuff like this is what I get to stare at at my bench all day:

top: jejenum; bottom: duodenum. each organ bath contains stock (control) solution or drug and is heated to around 33-35 degrees C.
my tissues are awesome and well-behaved today. mwa. except not actually mwa, the thought of actually kissing this is a bit sickening


which is converted into stuff like this, which I have to analyse.

segment of duodenum 45 minutes after flushing L-Phenylalanine solution through. each line across the graph is a contraction. this is what happens when the L-Phe actually works >3<

the lab kills a guinea pig pretty much every day at 9.30am, so we all have to be there by then or we'll miss out on getting tissue. They say this but I suspect since we're ickle undergrads they'd make allowances for us - I arrived two hours late one day thinking I was in for analysis and found they'd left me tissue on my bench anyway.

so now you know. :D it's not the most exciting stuff around but it is volunteer work and it is experience. Today is my 14th and hopefully final L-Phe experiment [fingers crossed for some nice, conclusive results]; after this, I'll be hoping to do something a bit more challenging. <3


and yes, I am blogging from the lab. xD shocking

Sunday, February 1, 2009

taking time to process.

also, am I the only one who keeps getting stuck to the furniture?

Then,

It seems I wasn't listening when dad said he was going to put a floor-to-ceiling window in the bathroom.

BECAUSE THERE IS NO WAY I COULD HAVE CONSENTED TO THAT.


especially since the window hasn't been put in yet (and therefore not the blinds - I assume there will be blinds - there MUST BE BLINDS), and the only thing preventing people from seeing us on the toilet whenever the back gate is open is a rather haphazardly-placed, ill-fitting door.

Painting starts today. Then with the replacement of the bathroom sink, window installation and floor waterproofing, the bathroom will be pretty much done. :O


Reno's been pretty bad for me though, to be honest. Sawdust, normal dust, bits of plaster, dirt, cat fur. Brooms and air cons and fans only make this stuff fly around even more. Then there's the heat, which brings sweat, which causes rashes: unlike lucky phgrenadier, choosing to sweat out this week as a means of detoxification isn't really an option for me.

I mean, allergic to your own sweat. Imagine that. xD


Now that I've sufficiently grossed you out enough, I'm going to gross you out even more with


m: aw
m: it neither loves you nor unloves you
m: you can marry it and it won't even know
j: isn't that rape
m: I don't think tech rape is illegal, dw
m: .. if you could even manage tech rape
m: without getting electrocuted
j: ...phone sex.
m: you can't phone rape someone
j: i raped my phone.
m: don't talk to me ever again kthx
j: :(
m: hang on, you can't rape a phone
j: remember that one time you used my phone
m: what's there to rape
j: the speaker hole
j: you have NO idea how flexible i am


I think my mum should ban me from talking to my friends