Drhoz, your muses may need you:

" PLUS: If anyone knows any marine biologists who would like to be in a music video extolling the virtues of science, we’re still collecting footage of scientists doing work or waving to the camera for our video to “A Marine Biologist”. I’m also working on several comic book projects, including the World Wildlife Federation of Justice, which is about superheroes in a world of anthropomorphic animals, and also a hilarious spoof of the Superfriends & Gleek with Mark Shainblum, who created the Quebec superheroine Fleur-de-Lys, who you may have seen on a Canadian postage stamp not too long ago"

--Toren: http://www.innsmouthfreepress.com/?p=1933

Heh. "1933". But that was like, Octo-8th (Double-Heh) ago. -and- II've only just seen it.

Wha'e'er. Shows ye just how oft *I* get to frolick online these days!

12/09/09                               --have been living on the 'out-and-out' from (Mostly) 'Killable' housemates for a while now!

The Wretch and I were in Newtown (Bless'ed Newtown, my dear, long-beloved friend! Forgive my absence...ahem!) lately, at the establishment I e'er obduriously appoint as 'The Leper's Armpit'. A callous cognomination, I know, but bestowed with the greatest of infect affection!

Newtown was "nice" as some might proffer, or rather:   lovely   that night, almost Bladerunner.

Some sort of pensive, whimsical saxophonic melody--at times. My collegue noted, mischeviously, that: 'It always seems to come on just after the sirens have faded out...reassure everybody that "Everything's ok now--or here! Nothing to see here!"'

Not quite as canny as 'Carry On Consuming'...but the thought is there, in the design!


If anyone's wondering why I'm not even mentioning the food, s'cause it's all good!
For the GoogleStalkers:

Tour up King St from USYD to find the restaurant, but watch the sidestreets:
<3ful street art, circa 08 in Stephen St (Figure aligned nicely to door, too! XD )

[Continue up King St, Same Side as 'Stephen's Artwork' and the 'Armpit'] Curious Manga stylings thereon a block or two further (Sly)Foxwards (away from the MadCity/Uni) [Furries! Check out their sign! ::Holds its gaze, levelly::]



This mostly applies to Newtown itself, but...


If anyone knows of more gStalkable (Or walkable!) Street Art, lemmie know. Or if they remember the name of That Town in the US who were doing fun/ny stuff as 'Street Theatre' (all down one particular street! ::glee!s:: for/while the GoogleVan 'Didst but see them passing by...')

If I happen to recall it, I'll post it. Pwomise.

~=16 sleeps 'till I don't have to kill 2/3rds of my housemates.

Iiiit's May Detox again! That most hopeful time of year!

This year, I'm attempting to crack down on 'procrastinatory behaviour'.


And so far? It's been goin' --RAD!!--


Yeah, not sleeping at this hour (around 0100, on a TAFE day) is probably uber stupido.

Oh well!

Sometimes, you just love your work:

Those of you who know me better'n others know I'm a closet pyromaniac. Mostly. I mean, like, I try to 'keep it in my pants'..ah wait-on, there..

So, we have a shiny new triple-quad GCMS at work. Fresh outta the box(es). Barely even got dust on it! Yet.

Does everything. (You know how providores like to brag.)


Pilot light not included.


So, munchkyn here gets sent on a Quest to the Local Servo. It's just up the road. Won't take long...

..don't bother shedding your lab-skin. (Coat) ...nor safety glasses. Nor gloves in lurid shade of 'skinned Delvian'.

( Read more... )( Naturally, she continues at length. )
Looks like they've a whole new reason to remember me.

Anyone know of a small house or granny flat (1-2 bedrooms) with access to a yard, in the Sydney area?

Doesn't have to be the city itself, near decent public transport is fine.

Yard can be 'a real fixer-upper', just as long as the house is weatherproof. The full-time employed couple are avid gardeners, you see. Growing herbs and veg is essential.

Long-term rental is preferred.

If near the ocean, the property could be the same to 3 bedrooms. They have a surfer friend. At least they're a quiet bunch!

More editing as data is available.

Oh, and take a whip-around of your jewelery/modelmaker/people-who-deal-with-fiddly-little-things friends: Clear plastic not-for-food boxes for sale! Inordinately reasonable prices.

I'm just looking for data on the number of interested parties. I know of at least two already.

Pictures (of the plastic boxen) will be flourished when they're all collated. There's an almighty pile of conveniently-sized cases!

Oh, you're still here!?

Fine then, I'll get down with to it:

Sex Life of the Hoverfly (If That's The Yellow-and-Black Striped Non-Bee One)

Paired, (compound) 'Eyes Forward', both, the larger atop the smaller, 'tupping', if you will, 'ventral to dorsal'--

Oh. Right. Not That That's An Invitation *Yeaah*, must remember to cite
disclaimery-stuff like that 'with friends like mine'..

Ahem.

--so, going on my limited entomological knowledge, 'the female is larger than the male' [hey, it works for spiders, right? (And scorpions? The *other* 'arachnid'? ) Not to mention preying mantids...and phasmids. Though the last two, they're not arachnids. I think. Strongly. I would be suprised if they were!]

That would mean...would mean that 'It with It's wings pinned atop' was actually a MALE!

Typical male deadweight.

I pointed the occurrance out to the naturally Amused Pet Boy, while I was deadheading his mother's gardenia ex-blossoms (with my conveniently long thumbnails) of course he thought it was a splendid 'Order of the World'!

Typical male deadweight!

I hope to hear some suitably scurrilous comments upon the subject from him in the future.

I ain't growin' wings f'r him, Nosiron! At least, not until he maybe puts out about growin' scales, eh? ;D

So...anyone gonna call it? Were they hoverflies or no? An' ne'er mind 'first', 'Who's on top'?

(FYI: Ooonly as regards hoverflies, folks! Though I *do* like the way you think! ;D )

Need I say more?

It's so pleasant, I went out and stood in it (like a fool?) at least, only for a little while!

I miss most of that stuff, what with being holed up in a lab all day...testing stuff, yeah...::looks suspicious::

Am cleaning up The Joint, too. Wanted to do this for the whole year--if not the last few months, especially!

I still miss Tasmania, though. Especially Stanley. Ghods, that's a GREAT town in the 'Shoulder Season'! All Glomery (Gloaming) and Misericordia!

Shootlin' rogue rabid rainbows in 'Lonnie' (Launceston)..or was it Geeveston? That'd make it *two* lovely things in that town!
::Homer-Simpsonic:: Mmm...wood
::Sudden, hurried backtracking::--shop! 'Mmm, wood*shop*!' Lots of lovely Huon pine for the taking!

::Girly-sighs, imagining loading the protesting Squire up with more carving blanks than Conventional Physics decrees he can carry! Seemed to work on that 5 day hike, though. Kept me following him, too!::

At least the weather's been nice and cold at times today! XD

Laundry, Gardeneri-ing (things need Nitrogen), not to mention baggin' an' prunin'... Tidying....then visiting Boy.

Life is good!

...you find out that indicision-and-distraction-via-studies has meant you've left booking for going to SwanCon so late that it would be really, *really* expensive.


Well. It's not like my overheads aren't low...


Apart from idiot-impulsive things like this.

Maybe it would be safer if I didn't?

Especially less irritating to poor people in charge of con...I'd already cancelled last year's pre-booking for this year...


But 'con is fun.

Argh. I feel so mentally unprepared for Normal Life.

Stupid indecision. Costing me. What. Money? Life?

Need sleep, damnit.

Why am I so afraid of everything? Gets in the way of living.

:::Essentially, this is a comment I made at sithmagician's LJ. Something about TEOTIWAKI(guffaw along version) on account of the Large Hadron Collider.
I so must draw a 'toon on this, but honestly? Must. Complete. Cytoskel Project. FIRST!
(Agonisingly Drawn-out Demise version.) NB: 0:41 subliminal! XD--couldn't help including it, because of this. Also because it's the longer, fun'(n)er-er' version. 0:51: Image Needs Dinos! Not sure what 3:27 is, apart from ..undersea welding!? I'd like it to be some highly-technological, yet gritty dystopian future..you know the one I mean. :::

You wanna know how 'Planetary Slurpage by Micro, Heavy, *Hungry* Object' may go?

Now you is *too* can be reading 'Earth' by David Brin!

::Filk! To the ?tune? of 'There's a Dragon on the Cover of the Book'::

(There's a black hole in the mantle of the Earth!)x2
It's stable and very tiny, and we do not have much time-y
There's a black hole in the mantle of the Earth!
::Ok, stop the music now, folks, the filk is over!
...but the malady lingers on...::

But don't worry, I ha'ent spoiled it for you...

I can has copy, will be whoring it out. I get through it in just under a week...to six days, IIRC. 751 pages of 'Woah'. I find it to get a bit timesink-demanding towards the end. Rivets, you see. Other nuts and bolts are to be found in the theoretical description of Our Beloved Datasource, 'teh interwebs'.

Note the date of publication vs 'beta release of the internet'/time when it all took off.

Note that the Internet was still mostly only connecting uni-hackers to mil-databases.

Note the anticipation of the linking system, despite the different trackbacks and use of reputation (IIRC).
::This cut was working before, and one edit of something else in the text (non-adjacent) later...it is not. WTF!? Quantum entanglement in action!::( Disgustation Plate--just a taste! )::/Non-secateur (Latin! XD) region::

I haven't read it for years, but love it dearly. (Yes, it started me on Brinwhoring.)

So; who wants some? Talk to my LJ-agent.

--Steering clear of the *entirely*self-absorbed seems to work so far..looking *out* at the world, through my eyes.--

I wandered up to vote today...as you do, when the guberment lets you out of your little consumer cage to shuffle the deckchairs on the Brittanic...

Odd. I hadn't seen much of policy papers in the lead-up..but at least there were the lurking leafleteers at the site.(Barbarians at the Gates!)

There was a lull, I was the only 'mark' there...I faced the tattered hopefuls and said "I'm looking for policy papers... Mob me"...they stopped in their slow, delicate jostling shuffle...and looked all uncertain, at me, at eachother..then their subroutines took over and they recommenced their approach.

I saw what they were carrying.

( Three Guesses )

Yay, powerlines sparking for no apparent reason this evening. So pretty! Dangerously near a primary school (or two!) though.

"Writing makes us look at what we're thinking."--Eric Havelock, linguist.

'Writing (pick as many as apply to situation) emails/sms/chat/blogs makes us look as if we're thinking!'--self reflection on the 'interwebs'.

It appears that Ms 'Keeper of Archaic Linguistic Delights' herself is not immune to this upstart 'fashion' of linguistic decay. Ehu.

'sides, I always supected I'm (as yet) too busy to have an interesting life. So much work/studenting, no time for reflection, self development...or arra(n)ging the contents of the bookshelves.

Why Buses Are Better Than Trains:

Tuesday: Hop aboard a nearest-to-going my way bus, running late for fencing... Despite the ample warning, the driver misses my stop, and continues blithely on, in 'Depot Mode'. I cautiously enquire, only to be apologised to and reassured that the (splendidly empty) bus would be continuing *via my end-point destination, fencing* just as soon as Driver had stopped for dinner--about 5 minutes at a local fry-joint.

Splendid kindly, but I was already close enough to walk!

What Train-driver'd know to offer /that/ level of door-to-door service!? 'Hah', to thee, Pet Boy!

Next night, different bus route... a jovial Loquacious Fellow of Old was telling me all about 'Kabbages and Cings' such as 'The Futurist Ideas of Mr Lang' and 'Why-There-Are-Covered-Over-Tram-Tracks in this Non-Melbourne city', and other things like that which I didn't know. Poor fellow was getting odd looks from passers-by when he tried to engage them in polite conversation at the bus stop. Hee. Politeness is something I do. I understood his (apparent) motives. So we chatted. Or at least, he pontificated, I listened attentively and commented where appropriate. Ach, what an entertaining journey that was!

I think it's trying to communicate!

Note the name of the yacht? XD ::Loves it when 'life' "imitates" 'art' like this--Mr (Doctor!) Brin's predictive ranking is *already* pretty high! ;') ('tearful' happy)::

I hope the lil' 'un makes it back out into the wild, finds a surrogate and...avoids driftnets, whalers and all-too-numerous other perils! ::concerned-yet-hopeful::

I know it appears I get all my 'news' from ninemsn, but that's just the internet stuff. I read papers..occasionally watch tv news..I surface from the happy land of sleep via hooks of the radio news. (Those left-wing radicals at 'Auntie')...all this counts for something?

Note to Self: Shall post soon on Ghod's Tricycle (snails!), Joys of Work and maybe a new section: 'So there's this Book I have..'/'AJ reads the classics...and the junk'. Yeah, book recommendations/fun notes.

Soo.. (no autospell-chequer as I is tiredz)

Today was work's 'Inaugural Team-Building Day'..which was kinda nice, as it was my first non-school 'team-building day' too.

Also rather redundant as we are a small company (less than 250 people) so less risk of fear and distrust. Apparently, everyone knows 'about' 250 people. Well enough. (Thanks DrK!)

Naturally, I was sicker this morning (and today) than you last read last night--wandered up while most of my Breakfast Houses were closed(!) (0800) to the local Coffee Temple wherein I entertained the Baristas by pleading my case "Sore throat, team-building day..I need all the drugs I can GET!" ..turns out they *did* have something in the 'personal use' section--but it was under the counter, not 'out the back'...and *yellow*. Hmm.

Was charged as being 'entirely medicinal'.

Mysterious Homebrew Infusion.

Like lemon and swedish bitters and vodka.

Entirely free. I <3 these guys!

A sip...then a mouthwash-and-gargle (don't worry, not while in coffee shop)...and my tongue was numb and my gums burning.

Yeah. That's the stuff.

15 minutes later, IT'S EATING THROUGH THE CONTAINER!
It must be potent ^.^

Most speeches were good---I was only dozing-awake through illness/dehydration, even then, only briefly--one speech could have used better explanation. Too much reliance on familiarity, did not use in-text (or indeed, any!) explanation of acronyms. Fun to think up logical/grammatically correct subversives for the undefineds. Or I would have, had I been well.

I got to wear 'manacles' (too easy to slip from!) for an escapology (pair TB)exercise which was an adaption of the old ' "linked"rope trick'.

...I still think there should have been mud, regardless of the conference centre setting. Not a proper 'TB' exercise without it!

How about you? What sorts of (good or ill) 'TB' excrescences (exercises!) have you undergone?

After was out drinkies with Nice People from Another Galaxy. Excellent Book Depository, Excellent Lifeforms.

'Oy vey'

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..and a sore throat/flu-feeling atop the 'overdid it at the gym' miasma...

but at least I've got a lovely project (scientific report) to do for class--on the cytoskeleton.

"HeyHey, kids! Time to learn about chameleon chromatophores!"

I'd already mentioned to someone in passing warned someone that

"I'll find a way to make it about Dinosaurs. You'll see."

It's a starting point really, but I'm sure there'll be a 'throwaway comment' about the benefits of being a professional-standard competitive wallflower.

Didn't go to fencing; seem to have missed most of the televised stuff anyway. Odd how it doesn't seem to show up in the Free to Air TV Guide..

Early(ish. Plan was for an hour ago!) night for me! Bye folks!

Gentlebeings, grab your 3-D goggles, it's time for---

--ALRIGHT! War on the INFOSPHERE!

Possibly-Russian Crackers (maybe they just used Ruskij servers?) have had hearty juvenile fun with Georgian governmental sites.

Maybe it's just local dissatisfied citizenry? (Especially trying to mask as Russians! ;)

Maybe we'll start seeing enactments of the nifty theorised application of 'remote-access to automated infrastructure' with the transport network suddenly going 'kerplunk' (think YOU've been waiting for a while at those traffic lights , folks?)..or better yet, the electricity is only available in a rolling brownout...which spells anti-governmental slogans in morse code...

Uh..ASIO? It wasn't me. I just come up with the ideas, dunno how to implement 'em...
....y'wanna teach?

In Great News for Peeping-Perverts:

Love the title

Oh, and yautja fans. Now you can hide your...collection. Not self.. ::sounds shifty:: ..Why would anyone want to do that?  

Heh. It's already 'sinister' ( i.e. not 'dexter'ous like conventional photon-bending Paths)


SideNote: ..and so NOW my html/embedded links work. Hmph. Whyever not at 0100 this morning!?

Me(and anyone else who likes this sort of thing)note: 

DTotD from the Maille* site; Quote for 8/11/2008
What this power is I cannot say; all I know is that it exists and it becomes available only when a man is in that state of mind in which he knows exactly what he wants and is fully determined not to quit until he finds it. (Alexander Graham Bell)

Squee. D'ya think it applies to socks, too? ;)

*hee. The word has a nice 'half-fish' shape...I think I'm delirious--need food!

And to think I 'promised myself' I wouldn't post tonight. 

In favour of sneep.

See here? http://news.ninemsn.com.au/olympics/article.aspx?id=611959

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Curious. I wonder what they were so 'afraid' of. Natural Chinese reserve, perhaps?

I've heard said (though by nipponese) that 'asians are rather more...wet,' (their words, written in a book--and correctly recalled, all this I SWEAR!) ' than americans, a society more prone to emotional display.'

All I can think of, is there musta been some HELLACIOUS BIG generational-behaviour-flippery goin' on! That's totally opposite to what I last heard from the 'trenches'!

... though not the two (my gen..or maybe a little older than me?) 'Indo' lasses at work--they're squealin' happy... A lady at work (40 or +, Cantonese--and *hush* lads--she's happily married!) is amazingly loud in everyday speech..then moreso when emphatic! ...but what 'we' (the West) "know" is probably based on data from the guys/'males of the species' ;) anyway.

Unless it's all from 'diplomatic reserve'... even in 'that last war..'

NB: In a disgustingly un-Olympian note, let me just posit that may*hap* it is to deny the gwailo (foreign devils! ; ) ) any crowd-boost. A sort of psychological advantage for the mechanical-trained host atheletes. (Apparently, they break everything down into biomechanical-physical movements. Little bits of Copernican machines. Learn these isolated bits as training...then thereby become adept at your 'chosen' sport. No love. But hey, if it wins you medals...) ::/end fencing here-say heresy::
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Is it henious that I find these 'advertisements' beautiful? Ah, such clarity of form and power in the subtle arrangement of image elements. Sorry I can't find the water torture/sim drowning one I'm rapturing over.. it's half midnight. An hour and a half beyond when I'd hoped to stop looking..

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Reminds me of being a lil' tyke and trawling through Da's professional photography magazines--always being arrested by the succulent simplicity and composition of the ads--so much better than what you'd find in a 'normal' magazine. People actually go to the effort to create something...well..if not beautiful, then certainly 'art with a message'..even if it is whoring for consumerism, (Sort of. They were a LOT better than ''Buy our Film!') rather than in homage and Glory to Art itself.

::Dearly misses the Agfa/Fuji/Kodak ad with the blue-tiled lab, spot-yellow and the scrawny lad with the ubersexy *vivid yellow eyes*. Now THERE'S judicious use of restrained palette! Blue tiles, grid of white mortar..I can't remember the colour of the shirt. Probably similar-to-tile-blue. ?tawny skin? ?brown hair? Shocking-dangerous-vivid-!!eyecatching!! Yellow-dye/chem neat-puddle-spill-with-upturned-beaker on the blue bench...those eyes, Ach, those eyes... :: ("Dark He Was and Golden-Eyed"..who wants a random!postable for correctly spotting the reference? It's got TWO bonus-rounds, too! XD)

Espeically familiar/remindful as I think I must have accidently thrown out the mag with that ad in it! ::mourns::

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Then again, I adore Giger's fevered imaginings.

<a href="http://www.watoday.com.au/world/ads-too-tough-for-amnesty-20080807-3rkp.html">Shooters' Party!</a>

I wonder what they'll offer for us Fencers?

I don't care if the html grammar doesn't seem to work. I need sleep. 1.5 hours ago!