
Men.
Heaven help me, but I was a Girl Scout once (and by once I mean for about 5-6 years). It was not a fun experience.
One year the leader clearly had it out for me as she'd single me out to reprimand me for the smallest or most made up things and make me go sit off by myself, another was so lazy we'd basically just play Red Rover the whole time and then go home.
To pour salt into the wound my father was involved with the Boy Scouts at the time so I got to witness all of the cool stuff they got to do, like rappelling, learning how to start a fire, archery, camping. While we sat in a little run down building making recycled paper. Woo-bloody-hoo.
And oh those cookies, if you sold 1,000 boxes you may get something neat like a cap. But you'd better be bringing in some serious dough, we're talking drug runner money, before you'll get anything really fun and useful like a trip or a bike or a t-shirt.
I gave up shilling when I hung up my green sash (yeah I made it all the way to Junior) and have not sold or peddled a thing since. No candles for a band trip, no ad space for Block & Bridle. I just can't take that horrible slimy feeling you get wandering through a neighborhood in the dead of winter knocking on peoples doors knowing that they're inside doing their best to hide from you
But it's still hard to give up that cookie crack and feeling for the poor things I guess I'm willing to shell out $7.00 for a couple boxes if only so they don't lose their toes battling to each door in January.
Was anyone else a Girl Scout? Did you have to sell your soul for a few boxes of Tagalongs or Samoas? Better yet, anyone remember when those things only used to cost $2.50 a box?
Speaking of microwaves, there is one very important piece of equipment in every molecular lab that you probably have sitting in your own very office. Can you guess what it is? That's right, the spectrophotometer!No wait, that's actually a microwave. Apparently someone gave me the wrong script. And just to prove I'm not lying, here's what I was in fact microwaving:
The microwave is needed to melt our good friend Mr. Agarose so it can be used to make our pure evil friend Mr. Gel. It's kinda like Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde but with more radiation.
And my last picture is of bubbles. I had to work on removing all the bubbles out of a tube yesterday for a few hours and I just thought they looked kinda cool:
What the Grammar Nazi does is quote your post it doesn't agree with (or maybe it does, no one ever really knows) and then merly point out where you used an incorrect "there" or one too many commas all to show off their complete superiority in all of the world and how your entire argument is wrong because you are not MS spell check.
They will not add a damn thing to the discussion at all, and instead of anyone learning anything by once again finding out that oops they used "it's" instead of "its" they come across with a feeling that you just had your IQ zapped by about 5 points.
I don't know if I should dare to feed my own little Alphabets troll by informing him/her/it it's a wonder I got my other post out at all as in hitting blogger spell check it suddenly spell checked and deleted HTML on me so I had to go through and fix all my pictures and anything it tagged (Why does Cheddar always have to be capitalized anyway? Is someone named Cheddar?). Oh who am I kidding, they'll never be back anyway.
For the Grammar Nazi feeds like a flock of locusts, moving from one post onto the next feeding its insatiable hunger for a superiority complex. They're the type to sit on a pier watching someone try to dock a boat in horrible weather and after spying failed attempt after failed attempt when the mariner finally succeeds, instead of offering to help tell them how they would have gotten it in one go.
They get some strange high out of knowing that in their minds they are infallible. Everyone must be beneath them because they know how and when to use a colon! Oh when it comes to verbiage and useage they are like a god among men. Just what can be done with these interneters running around with a red pen trying to mark the whole world? Aside from giving them thousands of high school essays to grade not a damn thing sadly. Slip them some fodder every now and again (misuse of "there" and "its" is sure to cause them to all but orgasm) to keep the masses happy and just ignore it.
Oh and I look forward to someone finding all the mistakes I left in this. And . . . . . . Go!
It was rather fun to put together as the instructions were printed on the stapled cardboard and were harder to read than the Dead Sea scrolls and less intact. But after a few false starts we got it all together and I promptly felt I had to whip out a painting to christen this bad boy. I guess this means that this painting thing is quickly becoming a serious hobby. So serious in fact that I am seriously considering opening up an Etsy store (serioulsy) if only to get rid of some of the back clutter.
The only problem is that now I need to think of a name for said store. "Introverted Wife's Paint and Gloss emporium" just doesn't have quite the right ring to it I fear. I could call it "Acrylic Central: Here for all your acrylic needs" but that sounds too much like a hardware store.
If anyone out there has their own etsy store, I'd love all the advice you have. And really if anyone has a good idea for a name of the store I'll be forever in your debt.
In fact, maybe I'll trade your own special painting for a name. If anyone can come up with a great name for my store then I'll paint you whatever your little heart desires. And in whatever color too.
I'm open to just about any name really, as long as its cool, funny, and awesome.
I hope I didn't make it too much of a challenge.
For all you non-Halloween freaks (probably just about all of you actually) feel free to just skip over my madness. But here in no order are some of the neatest new additions for 2009. If you want to see them closer up click on the images to get a bigger picture.
Usually we don't care too much for the Egyptian ones but I just love all the detail, even with the one priest wearing an Anubis head.Now I just have to wait til Michales gets them in on August. I may have chewed my fingers down to the nubs in anticipation.