Because my lab has got more personnel than equipment, I had to go all "Hodgkin & Huxley" and shit and build this analog device from scratch. It rectifies then integrates multi-unit muscle potentials. Had I the necessary data-acquisition card and LabVIEW software, could I have programmed an equivalent device in an hour flat? Shit yes! Alas, such resources are not made available to me, Mr. Low-Man-on-the-Totem-Pole, in my lab (see: reinventing the wheel). I'm glad the mind-numbing 'tronix class I took 8 years ago finally paid off.
Articulated Bus Scare
Nearly every morning, the bus I take makes the above-depicted maneuver to keep its ass-end out of Lake City traffic while passengers board. And nearly every morning I flip during the 10 feet or so it has me in its sights.
Bad Vibe Transmission (or Just Desserts)
A couple nights ago at the club, not one, but two dudes hit on me. I wasn't exactly flattered. One of whom I shoved proper the fourth time he got too close for comfort. Lucky for me no bouncer was watching, otherwise I would have found myself shoved right out of the club. Later, I apologized to the guy...then he asked me to dance. That prompted my escape. Walking to my car I slipped on a metal grating and now suffer a massive waffle bruise on my thigh.
In-between Pants
Next week I'm going to present this...
at the Society for Neuroscience annual meeting in Washington DC. I've got two suits: one has pants that fit my circa 2002 28" waist, the pants of the other are 36" around. At the moment my waist circumference is 32". I could risk pinching off my digestive tract for a day or pack plenty of safety pins.
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