Friday, 2:00pm, Where's My Weekend?

Yeah, another slow week, so there haven't been many posts. Silly pHd's and there cancellations. Of course today Simon's out of town and there's a million and one things going on in the lab. But I've got to be over here at the sorter, so everyone out their in the internets gets to enjoy my presence for a few minutes.

Does anyone know much about tuhmaytuhs? I had some nice starts that I transplanted to the garden that are dying slow and agonizing deaths. I've kept them watered. It's been warm. They get plenty of sunshine. The cats (there's now at least three that hang around the house, still only one that craps in the shop) don't seem to be eating or peeing on them. Hmmmm...

Looks like a slow weekend's in store for me. At least the weather's supposed to be decent, so I won't get rained on while I tearfully pull the dead tuhmaytuh plants out of the ground.

Here's a plethora of pictures from the last week, yo.

HULK SMASH!!!

He didn't keep them on long enough for us to get a picture from the front. He put the first one on by himself, with no prompting from anyone. It was funny.


Before...

After...

And the weirdo that rode by while I was doing it...

Apparently Memorial Day was the Couch Potato Bike Tour of TL. Those two guys rode past while I was trying to improve the silly walk thingy (I hate hauling rocks) to the front door. They had tons of gear piled on their bikes, were pudgy, and relatively sweat free. Which leads me to believe they hadn't peddled far - they went by 2-3 times. I would have taken a larger picture - because it was humorous to me - but I didn't want to piss them off with the flash. Like ridiculing them on my blog wouldn't.


He can stand on his own now, walking's right around the corner. I, however, can't operate a flash.

He can also get into lots of things...

Okay, that's all for now.
Hasta la pasta.

Also, I went to a specialist yesterday for the thing I'm not supposed to talk about. He was exactly what a small town doctor should be - large glasses, bow tie, slacks that were just a bit too short, told me way too much about what I was there for. Long story short, 6 mo's of antibiotics, possibly meaning no beer for that time - mixed reviews. Doctor said "Drinking's okay, alcoholics are the ones contracting TB, do you think being on antibiotics would stop them?" But everyone else I've talked to says no to the ethanol whilst the antibiotics you take. I've even heard that one of the ingredients is the same thing they give to boozehounds so they get sick if they touch the stuff. We'll see. Don't blame me if I'm cranky while I'm in Washington, blame the absence of barley, malt, and hops...

Hasta la pasta.