Deep thoughts...

I realized today that I'd probably get used to these new fangled glasses sooner if I stopped taking them off every five minutes or so...

(The joys of being just nearsighted enough to finally need glasses, but not so nearsighted that I can't see without them.)

Must...restrain...fist...of...death...

Anyone who designed any of the x-ray crystallography GUIs shall be the first against the wall when the revolution comes. Followed closely by the brilliant coders who decided that every single crystallography program should require a different file format. One more time people, repeat after me: "Interfaces are supposed to help the usability of the program. Not destroy it." Also, "I do not need my own special format to feel special." Not hard concepts, I feel.

In other (old) news... Coolest. Priest. Ever.

The new priest at church who quoted the Monty Python "What have the Romans ever done for us" sketch in her sermon has my full, unreserved approval. (This actually happened several weeks ago, but I'm stretching for something not of the "my job sucks" category of material here).

Yay!!!!

Sometimes I hatez my job, I does.

I have spent all day trying to do what should be ~ 1hr worth of work. And my reward at the end? A nice, spanking new crash report from the program in question. And I can't run the program on my work computer because my computer (which is a relatively new 15" iMac, intel core etc) doesn't have a big enough screen because the authors of the program couldn't be bothered to (get this...) make the window resizeable. So the buttons I need are literally off the screen, and I can't move the window around to access the stupid things. 

GRRR!!!! *headdesk*

Must... find... new... career.... or at least some high quality chocolate.

Exploiting whole world...you're doing it pretty well, akshully.

How is that, with the rest of the world's economy tanking, companies losing major money and laying off people, Exxon is still able to smash its own profit record? How does that work?

Must be nice to be an oil executive right now. I wonder if selling your soul is actually mandatory, or if you can trade in your first born child instead?

In other news, the number of undergrads to set their lab glove aflame increased by one this week. I have seen the future, and it is on fire. (Literally).

Today, in really creepy science news...

And you thought your cats were weird. Because, you know, all the world needs is a freaky glowing cat. Do I sense an Ignoble award coming up?

Why am I surrounded by stupid people?!?

If you were to invite an outside speaker to speak at your club meeting, and if she asked you repeatedly over the course of the month to give her *some idea* of what you actually wanted to speak about, wouldn't you give her that information? 

So apparently I'm giving some nebulous presentation about "Women in Science." This will be a pretty short presentation: "There are women in science. We do science."

I'm sure they're gonna love it...

[Edit: Three hours and fifteen minutes before the stupid thing is supposed to start I get a list of questions they might want me to think about answering. To recap: advanced notice= good. Having only 3.25 hours of said advanced notice= bad.

Edit edit: They gave me chocolate. All is forgiven. Well, not really, but most is forgiven. A significant portion, anyway.]