It Came From the Little Squeezy Bottle.


January 28, 2011 by sandwichcontrol

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

1 comment »

  1. Score for the pied type. Would have like that myself, were I not so busy reading Vonnegut – thanks to a hearty discussion about BtVS and KV himself.

    P.S. Wyndam-Pryce really did prove himself to be a true badass. Unemployed (removed?) Watchers ftw.

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