More Wedding Fun!
Hello loyal readers ...
I've been in my hidey hole the last few weeks in preparation for Wedding Parte Deux. The good news is that right before we left for the motherland I got some Cool New Data. The controls look like controls and the mutants I tested previously look like they did the first time around. Hurrah!!!!!!!!! I don't even have enough exclamation marks to tell you how pleased that made me.
I had been camping out in the neighbor's incubator while our TC room was being decontaminated. I scrubbed the hell out of those incubators. I have rekindled my love affair with bleach. Bleach is seriously the most wonderful chemical ever. Fingers crossed that when I get back it will be "clean". I'm not being paranoid, though. My cells were okay when I dosed them up with broad-spectrum antimycotic (supposed to also kill mycoplasma) until the scoundrels of my lab brought their nasty-ass cultures down the way.
I wish I could have my own incubator. And my own microscope. It would be a laser scanning confocal with also a regular epifluorescent image capture option (i.e., plain old high-res CCD camera). I think I would most like a Nikon. It would also have a heated stage - but nothing too fancy, just a simple heater - and a little plexiglass chamber that would fit over the stage and regulate CO2. Too bad no one gets you microscopes for your wedding. I would even settle for a sweet little binocular dissecting scope for at home. (Though a small but powerful little Zeiss with phase-contrast 1 and 2 condensers would be even better!)
Oh, right, anyway - wedding number two. All seems to be more or less taken care of. I'm so pleased with our DJ. He's a friend of a friend, sort of, but most importantly he is someone who I would totally be friends with if I just met him randomly. He also said, first off, "I have just one firm policy: there will be no Chicken Dance." I feel like if the DJ is cool I have very little to worry about. We also have the nice local gay caterers, which is a plus. After all, I would not want my nuptials to be too heteronormative ...
Cross your fingers for 78 degrees and sunny this Saturday please!
I've been in my hidey hole the last few weeks in preparation for Wedding Parte Deux. The good news is that right before we left for the motherland I got some Cool New Data. The controls look like controls and the mutants I tested previously look like they did the first time around. Hurrah!!!!!!!!! I don't even have enough exclamation marks to tell you how pleased that made me.
I had been camping out in the neighbor's incubator while our TC room was being decontaminated. I scrubbed the hell out of those incubators. I have rekindled my love affair with bleach. Bleach is seriously the most wonderful chemical ever. Fingers crossed that when I get back it will be "clean". I'm not being paranoid, though. My cells were okay when I dosed them up with broad-spectrum antimycotic (supposed to also kill mycoplasma) until the scoundrels of my lab brought their nasty-ass cultures down the way.
I wish I could have my own incubator. And my own microscope. It would be a laser scanning confocal with also a regular epifluorescent image capture option (i.e., plain old high-res CCD camera). I think I would most like a Nikon. It would also have a heated stage - but nothing too fancy, just a simple heater - and a little plexiglass chamber that would fit over the stage and regulate CO2. Too bad no one gets you microscopes for your wedding. I would even settle for a sweet little binocular dissecting scope for at home. (Though a small but powerful little Zeiss with phase-contrast 1 and 2 condensers would be even better!)
Oh, right, anyway - wedding number two. All seems to be more or less taken care of. I'm so pleased with our DJ. He's a friend of a friend, sort of, but most importantly he is someone who I would totally be friends with if I just met him randomly. He also said, first off, "I have just one firm policy: there will be no Chicken Dance." I feel like if the DJ is cool I have very little to worry about. We also have the nice local gay caterers, which is a plus. After all, I would not want my nuptials to be too heteronormative ...
Cross your fingers for 78 degrees and sunny this Saturday please!

