Please Step Away From the Bench

Had a meeting with my advisor today (that sound you heard before was the furious scramble of me converting cryptic IPLab image files to tifs) wherein he told me to STOP doing experiments.

Oh, but that means I have to start writing up.

This is good news. Obviously writing up is good news, and he thinks what I've got is just about "done". Of course, since it's my story I will never think it's done. I want to include every single fascinating scene - I mean, experiment - and every single beloved character - I mean, tangential potentially important molecule.

He's right, of course, but this is all getting a little scary. I mean, how do I know I am ready to move on?

The cliches ... I thought, every step of this arduous journey, "It'll be different for me! I won't become a jaded bitter third year. I won't get so bogged down in my lab that my social life declines. I won't lose the ability to interact with non-scientists. I won't develop bad eating and sleeping habits. And I certainly won't stall out at the writing-up stage because I've found a comfy berth and am a little petrified of leaving the nest!"

Strike every single one of those things off the list, because I succumbed to them all. Ah, so naive, little G1 Joolya.

Managed to keep the yelling to a minimum last night watching the NOVA Dover trial show. Thoughts on this but, damn, it's just too dark to think clearly. Only 6:35 and I feel like I shouldbe getting ready for bed. Maybe Coturnix can recommend a remedy for seasonal affective disorder. Do those light boxes really work?

I Know You've Missed Me

And I'm still here. Barely. I'll post a real post some day soon.

In the meanwhile, and in honor of the Dover trial PBS premier tonight which I may or may not be able to watch, please feast your eyes on this, my beloved people. You weren't really doing anything this afternoon, were you? No.

So, take a little trip in time and space with John Scalzi to the Creation Museum! You'll laugh, you'll cry ...