nothing's what you've got in your head
May. 13th, 2008 05:49 pmI am at work. I have about three hours of work still to do.
Mindless Self Indulgence are at the Meridian tonight with Birthday Massacre and Combichrist. Doors are at 7pm, which means MSI'll go on at maybe 9:30pm. I might make it if I rush and the light rail cooperates. I hate not being there for the earlier acts, though. It feels sort of disrespectful, and I like hearing bands I haven't seen before, just for the exposure to new stuff.
>:/
Oh, but one thing that amuses me? Our x-ray film developer died a couple of weeks ago. I don't think I posted about it at the time, although there have been many rants about the POS in the past. So. We've been using Biochem's developer, and when I have a bunch of blots to develop, I gather all the reagents in a bin and carry them up. To be sure I don't spill anything and because I don't have any free hands to open doors, I take the elevator... which opens to a poster for a urology research project, complete with a drawing of splayed legs and anatomically correct diagram of the male reproductive organs pre- and post-penile implant. It makes me giggle foolishly every time. In the grand scheme of things, innocuous. We're all adults, medical/science professionals. But is that really what you want people to see, first thing off the elevator?
/immaturity
Mindless Self Indulgence are at the Meridian tonight with Birthday Massacre and Combichrist. Doors are at 7pm, which means MSI'll go on at maybe 9:30pm. I might make it if I rush and the light rail cooperates. I hate not being there for the earlier acts, though. It feels sort of disrespectful, and I like hearing bands I haven't seen before, just for the exposure to new stuff.
>:/
Oh, but one thing that amuses me? Our x-ray film developer died a couple of weeks ago. I don't think I posted about it at the time, although there have been many rants about the POS in the past. So. We've been using Biochem's developer, and when I have a bunch of blots to develop, I gather all the reagents in a bin and carry them up. To be sure I don't spill anything and because I don't have any free hands to open doors, I take the elevator... which opens to a poster for a urology research project, complete with a drawing of splayed legs and anatomically correct diagram of the male reproductive organs pre- and post-penile implant. It makes me giggle foolishly every time. In the grand scheme of things, innocuous. We're all adults, medical/science professionals. But is that really what you want people to see, first thing off the elevator?
/immaturity