That’s the title to my horror movie that I’m never going to make.

Hey! It’s Friday! Or so my watch says it is anyway. I guess that means my new article is up on the City Wire. If you want to read it click here: Seafoods. If you don’t want to read my article, click here: Roast Beef.

So, I had a pretty good day yesterday. Other than the fact that is was ridiculously long. It turns out, I have a test in microbiology on Tuesday. Awesome. So, this weekend is going to be one of actually reading the textbook to discover what went on in the chapter and a half of lecture I missed because I was sitting in a hammock. The good news was that my lab got snowed out last week, so I didn’t miss anything in there. The bad news was we had to catch up to the other lab groups last night. It wasn’t really a bad thing. Not since we started meeting earlier. We got to look at the cultures we grew from last time and my conclusion is this:

The floor in a microbiology lab is disgusting.

We made smears of our critters and then stained them for observation under an oil immersion lens. It was fun. Science! I did, however, manage to turn my fingers purple, though:

It’s not bad, though. It could be a lot worse.

In my bookmaking class, we’ve decided to do an alphabet book. I got D and H. I lucked out and only got two letters. Everybody else got three. Suckers. I felt bad, though, so I offered to split a letter with the only other guy in the class. The women have all united against us already anyway, so it seemed like a logical thing to do. While I was working in the print shop, before class, I came across a big piece of white paper cover with a pile of pied type. Pied type is a term used to describe a pile of unsorted, jumble up type. It is a real pain in the ass to sort through. Anyway, I asked K what she wanted me to do with it and she told me to chunk it. So, I did. Right into my office at home. I figure, if I can’t use them at home, I can use them in the pottery studio. Peep my score:

Isn’t it pretty? For you lett-press people out there, yes, that is brass type for a hot stamping machine. And yes, you can eat your hearts out. Oh, I just realized what a weird expression that it is. “Eat your heart out.” It’s creepier when you type it. Ugh.

Anyways, I’ve got to go to work now. This weekend is a clean/cook/study weekend. I’ve got to get me bearings before I leave again in three weeks. Jeez. Anywho, have a great day. More soon. ~SC