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So, a ton of stuff has happened lately, most of it good! I just have no time to catch up on it because I was in West Virginia two weeks ago, New York a week ago, New Orleans right now, and probably California next week. And then I think I get a week's break, and then I'm off to Chicago. So, if I haven't spoken to you lately, it's not because I don't like you. I just probably don't know where the hell I am at the moment.
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m_steelgrave's birthday yesterday, and she's an amazing person writing a goddamn awesome thesis. She also has one of the world's cutest dogs. Morgan, you are mind-bogglingly cool, and I hope I can be half that cool when I grow up. Best wishes for a great year.
I am going to brag briefly here, because only about three people reading this will recognize why I'm proud of it, but I got news two days ago from LSTRC that my journal was accepted for indexing by MEDLINE. This is on its first submission, in its first year of publication. So, yeah. I'm kinda happy about that.
Today I visited a man in a voodoo store/museum, and he told me all about his various pets, including Eugene, the thirty foot python, and Dax, the black mamba. (I question the reality of this dude actually owning a black mamba, but hey.) Then, he let me hold his albino python (not a euphemism), demanded my hands, told me I used to be a man, told me I was going to have a near-death experience, told me I was holding a dominatrix voodoo doll, and then bid me farewell in pretty much the exact same tone of voice all throughout.
Probably for the best. The entire time I was in there, I had the niggling feeling I was about to become a grisly death in the first five minutes of a Supernatural episode, setting up an excuse for the Winchester brothers to come visit. And for Dean to collect beads, fairly or not.
asouthernthing, I am incredibly sorry for the posting delay; I am thrashing through the edits as fast as possible. Man. I'm way too drunk for typing. Goodnight.
Mostly I'm here to say that it was
m_steelgrave's birthday yesterday, and she's an amazing person writing a goddamn awesome thesis. She also has one of the world's cutest dogs. Morgan, you are mind-bogglingly cool, and I hope I can be half that cool when I grow up. Best wishes for a great year.I am going to brag briefly here, because only about three people reading this will recognize why I'm proud of it, but I got news two days ago from LSTRC that my journal was accepted for indexing by MEDLINE. This is on its first submission, in its first year of publication. So, yeah. I'm kinda happy about that.
Today I visited a man in a voodoo store/museum, and he told me all about his various pets, including Eugene, the thirty foot python, and Dax, the black mamba. (I question the reality of this dude actually owning a black mamba, but hey.) Then, he let me hold his albino python (not a euphemism), demanded my hands, told me I used to be a man, told me I was going to have a near-death experience, told me I was holding a dominatrix voodoo doll, and then bid me farewell in pretty much the exact same tone of voice all throughout.
Probably for the best. The entire time I was in there, I had the niggling feeling I was about to become a grisly death in the first five minutes of a Supernatural episode, setting up an excuse for the Winchester brothers to come visit. And for Dean to collect beads, fairly or not.
asouthernthing, I am incredibly sorry for the posting delay; I am thrashing through the edits as fast as possible. Man. I'm way too drunk for typing. Goodnight.
