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Saturday, January 14, 2006

A vial of what?

The last ten days or so have definitely not been bloggable. Too interesting, fun, stressful and emotional for that! I could blog, but it'd need to be neutralised to near-boredom. It's been diary material. I'll say only that I've been catching up with many of my favourite people, and that I found myself spending a lot of time with someone quite wonderful.

So I'll keep the site ticking over here with a link I found this evening. The picture of a scientist holding up a vial is one of the familiar images of science. But where did it originate? I found a possible answer here, in the Pharyngula weblog. What do you think was originally in the vial, eh? Go see. ;)

[Via Daniel Engber at Slate]

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6 Comments:

  • irish men are *so* hot! great blog!

    lovin' you in DC!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at Sun Jan 15, 05:05:00 p.m.  

  • I think it was some good cognac. The dude was trying to guess the year, so before smelling and tasting it, he started by looking at the colour. LOL!

    By Blogger Sonia, at Mon Jan 16, 03:48:00 a.m.  

  • Gaaah, what do women want (minor research melt down).

    Also I have a crush on a very ugly boy from Lisburn, how does one get inappropriately ugly Lisburn men out of their mind? Especially when one has a very nice and non ugly boyfriend whom she should be thinking about? The eternal questions.

    By Blogger Rebecca, at Mon Jan 16, 05:08:00 p.m.  

  • These are the best comments ever.

    Anonymous, I love you. ;)

    Sonia, that's so right! Sure all the best cognac tastes like... It reminds me of a science wallchart in my old high school. 1609 - Galileo invents telescope. [...] 1674 - scientists discover urine tastes salty. That gave me pause for thought.

    Rebecca, I've always found it incredibly easy to get ugly Lisburn men out of my mind. But erm, that's no help. Hmm. Allegedly, Lisburn men are poorly-endowed. Even by Irish standards. That's just a rumour, but maybe it'll refocus your thoughts. :P

    Ah, crushes. The bane and joy of many a month. If only we knew who had secret crushes on us, eh! Just one little device could usher in a society of free love. Because statistically, there's gotta be at least one woman out there with a secret crush on me right now. [I'm not counting the known one(s).] Maybe even three. Or ten. (Note to ten: please come forward. I'll be sweet about it.)

    By Blogger Martin, at Tue Jan 17, 11:32:00 a.m.  

  • How this tread went from vials to cognac to crushes to salty-tasting urine? LOL! And by the way, I don't care if urine tastes salty, sweet or spicy, there is no way in hell that I'm drinking some, whether it's my own or someone else's!

    By Blogger Sonia, at Fri Jan 20, 03:57:00 p.m.  

  • Eeew. Spicy urine. Besides, 'twould be a very bad idea to drink the Irish variety; for Guinness turns it black. I stick to good apple cider, which I'm sure is more palatable. But I'd rather not have to use that as a selling-point. Or T-shirt slogan.

    By Blogger Martin, at Sun Jan 22, 08:33:00 p.m.  

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