Scooping Scandinavians be damned, I'm back to Happy Happy Chelonian mode!
We had our lab pre-holiday party last night in the form of a wine tasting, and since we're all incorrigible bio science geeks we did it as a double-blind study (that means none of the participants had any way of knowing what we were tasting and of course, scoring, until the big reveal at the end -- the point being to eliminate any expectation bias).
I won't go into the details of the scoring, but here are a couple of graphs of the results. The "Bang for Buck" graph is particularly eloquent : as a group, we're a pretty cheap date!
Someone more oenologically knowledgeable than I suggested that that was a bad bottle of Duoro... and out of respect for (or fear of) my kickboxing Portuguese colleague, I will not dispute that hypothesis.
Meh. I was going to post happy stuff -- a funny story about my impromptu field trip to Minneapolis, a picture of my uber-kitsch miniature christmas tree, maybe even Gus' latest adventures (since I know that's all you folks really want to hear about) -- but then I got handed a sheet of paper.
That sheet of paper was a printout of a poster presenting data that prove an idea I've been pursuing on and off for about a year now. A very good idea -- as these other people have just demonstrated.
The cosmic irony is that they came up with the idea after hearing my current boss present some previous work... Just like me. But they worked faster, were more focused, and beat me to the punch.
*sigh* It's not the end of the world since it was only a side project for me, and I do get the intellectual satisfaction of having my idea validated without having to do all the wet work... but it's a disappointment nonetheless.
So, sorry, no happy stuff just now. I'm off to watch some delightfully silly anime (fancy name for Japanese cartoons) to cheer myself up... Yami ni hitotoki nomarete mo yagate mizukara hikari dasu!
This is so true it's downright painful to watch. Mostly because of the laughter-induced stomach cramps, but also due to the mental echoes of actual review-induced pain. Once you've had a manuscript savaged by a Reviewer #3, the psychological scarring never really goes away.
An explanatory note, if you've never encountered the Hitler Rant Parody phenomenon before (what rock have you been living under?). The video clip is a short segment from the 2004 film "Der Untergang", which recounts the final few days of Hitler in his bunker; this scene in particular is when Hitler is told/realizes that the war is over and all is lost. Some time ago a cheeky molly came up with the idea of adding subtitles that make his rant about be something completely trivial. It seems the original parody was about a disappointing digital camera model (not the funniest, imho); since then it has spawned countless others about video games, computers, social events and even self-referential parodies about the phenomenon itself. I think this one might be my favorite though.
That's me, migrating North for the winter. Seriously, check out this weather forecast for the next few days in Brookings, South Dakota. Which is where/when I'm going in the name of Science and, you know, stuff.
Dress me up in black and white and call me Dr. Penguin.
(Hey, unintended continuity with my previous post!)