Sperm and Eggs, Side of Hash Browns

Hooray for covering mitosis and meiosis for the eleventy-billionth time in my life! All I need now is yet another refresher of the Civil War and a passing glance at long division, and I’m set.

The only bonus to reviewing cellular division YET AGAIN is that I get to have fun moments like last night when our instructor (well really, she’s got her doctorate…shouldn’t we be referring to her as Doc something? It seems indecent not to) repeatedly uttered the phrase “sperm and eggs” which made me think of ham and eggs, which in turn made me very hungry for breakfast.

If only sperm would taste like an IHOP breakfast sampler…

(I imagine this would be some biological version of Wonka’s special chewing gum; though would you just turn into a big pat of butter at the end of the meal?)

Sorry, Texas

Dealing with Hurricane Ike stuff for the past four days has been depressing at best. (at the moment a large part of my job involves restoring network connectivity to our retail facilities in the Texas gulf region) There’s nothing quite like having people send you pictures showing where Galveston used to be. Some images are worse than Katrina could ever be. (Might I remind you, before you get all incensed, that Katrina did not topple New Orleans…their shitty levee system and the added breech in humanity did). All I have to say is, I will take earthquakes anyday over the possibility of anything else. Earthquakes cannot be predicted. I like not knowing when death is creeping up behind me. Makes my insurance cheaper.

And then…

I had started to have an environmental rant in this here post, but on the side I was having a starting-to-get-heated discussion with someone about the proliferation of alt fuel vehicles being unveiled recently, and the two topics enmeshed to form the perfect storm of Amanda’s Environmental Ire that turned out to be too unwieldly to keep as a part of this here post. So I’ve sectioned it off to continue in its own post which may take me another day or so to finish, as I have a LOT to say on the subject. A LOT.

I know you’re on the edge of your seat. Bless you, my children.