The Brick

Dropped the Volvo off at the Shell station at the corner. Getting the AC fixed, having the transmission checked out (I think it just needs fluid. I hope it just needs fluid.), and having the engine air filter changed.

vegetal

Time. Time is here. I have time to do something. I can clean the bathroom. I can sift through another of my countless as-yet-unpacked boxes. I can find my razor heads, so I don't have to shave with the same blade for the ninth time ow. But I'm tired. I froze Carl-Sagan-like quantities of MooCow cells today, which was a pleasure (though a monotonous one) after disassembling and bleaching out the laminar flow hood.

Yes, Cytomegalovirus showed up in a couple of cultures. Can't get rid of that with Ethanol -- just makes them drunk, which, naturally, makes them want to fuck, and so you just end up with more.. Wait, I wandered off. No, Ethanol won't kill them. You need Sodium Hypochlorite to denature their asses.

Yes, and taking one hood apart and bleaching it will do exactly dick to stop the problem. "Boss," I says, "cleaning one thing at a time probably won't get rid of this. Whatever it's on now will just spread it back around. If you want to be sure, you have to get rid of all the cells and sterilize everything." She was silent, which meant "Yes I know. Don't say that again, please. Just... bleach the hood or something." So I bleached the hood. That's okay -- less work for me, and I'd be pissed if I had to throw out all those cells after isolating them from a big, bloody, fat-choked pulmonary artery. I'd rather bleach the hood and watch the CMV persist, so long as it persists in other people's plates, and not mine. That's why I like the Bunsen burner.

I really wandered off. All I really wanted to write was: I have time to do productive things right now, but I'm tired, and I really only feel like laying back and maybe reading. Writing is a stretch. Man, I'm tired of typing. My resume is ready to spray as it is, anyway.