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Thank you, Twitter. Thank you for fuzzy hangover photos, for man-date updates, for public fanboying and fangirling, for dudes who flirt via text for the world to see.

Also? Thank you, StubHub. (I think.)

I think it's time I broke some glass

+ I've never been interested in Heroes, but I started watching it (yay for streaming via Netflix and Xbox 360) last night. It's all Zachary Quinto's fault. ( Damn you, Spock! )

+ To say that imaging is not my favorite type of experiment would be an understatement. I spent this morning in the most boring training seminar ever (seriously, does anyone LEARN when some talks at them and points and clicks? give me a manual and let me try it for myself, okay?) so that I could have access to the department's shiny new Nikon confocal microscope. It is a thing of beauty. Completely fucking state of the art, tunable laser sources, options for manual or automated focusing, perfusion chamber for live cell imaging over extended periods of time, capable of doing Z-stacks and time-points on multiple different x/y coordinates.

Shiny, even for someone like me, who has been traumatized by microscopy (my freshman-year Cell Bio lab is to blame for many terrible memories) and hates staring down a 'scope all day.

+ Someone (who understands how very bad I am when it comes to controlling my music-related purchases) should persuade me not to download the Shazam app to my iPhone.

+ I don't know what to have for supper. Perhaps I should just drink more wine and go back to watching Heroes?

+ Where has my ability to write porn gone? Seriously, I look at what I've written (which is a (now) late birthday gift) and hate it too much to even edit it.