Tentacle monsters just need a friend.icecreamemperorFebruary 2 2005, 14:40:22 UTC
Sometimes our kitchen sink gurgles for no reason at all, like something is draining further below and the echo fills the apartment with sounds of some great underwater beast with tentacles trying to wiggle its way up our drainpipe and around the corner and... well, it never makes it, but I KNOW IT IS THERE.
It has been listening through the drain, and now it wants to play your keyboard. One day you will wake up and, bleary-eyed, encounter six horrific tentacles playing Beethoven's Pathetique in your living-room. Very poorly. But will you give the creature from the deep the chance to practice, or will you scream like a girl and run for the axe? Only time will tell...
Re: Tentacle monsters just need a friend.icecreamemperorFebruary 2 2005, 17:07:20 UTC
You decide to let the tentacle beast get some much-needed practice in, and wander into the bathroom to brush your teeth and shower.
By the time you emerge, the tentacles have moved on to "Rhapsody in Blue," and are displaying an impressive level of ability. They are also dripping all over your brand new carpet.
Entranced by the beauty of Gershwin's composition, you suddenly realise that you are late for class!
If you rush out the door to class, turn to page 9. If you decide to skip class and enjoy the improvisational genius of your monstrous friend, turn to page 68.
Re: searching for a silver liningpucetteFebruary 2 2005, 15:19:35 UTC
If there are tentacles in our toilet, they are silent ones. Which in all ways is a million times worse.
And yes, lab partners are such a bane. So far this semester I've been far luckier than last semester, though fortunately for me, I was able to just do everything and still get the good grades. Nothing is worse than a shitty lab partner who interferes with your ability to do things right.
Pkg has arrived at our post office, which is about 10 miles away on foot, so I haven't picked it up yet. I am going to get them to redeliver. I will confirm when all is received :) Thanks again!
Hello from your old lab partner! Hehe...Well I guess this is as good a time as ever to thank you for being there for my crappy-assed self in Chemistry and Physics in high school. Though I have to laugh remembering the bug-eyed look of you when you strapped on those huge plastic glasses and ever so gently prodded the flame with some sort of weird chemical. Our stuff would usually turn green instead of orange but hell, we still looked good in comparison with Daoudi who would leave his tube in the fire so long it would explode, usually emitting a incredibly loud Bang (and of course deflecting the negative attention away from us). Ah, the good old days. Anyways, am still really enjoying reading your blog. Makes me laugh a lot. Neiiigh.
I've told that story about how Daoudi melted the rubber round flask heater contraption to the lab table. And how everyone pretended they couldn't smell the burning rubber, but how everyone knew exactly what had happened.
I also remember when Samuel spilled his freshly synthesized dye all over my white shirt.
We had fun in those labs! So much so that I'm officially sick and tired of doing the same experiments 11 years later.
Glad you're enjoying the blog! Hope things are well au Sénégal!
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It has been listening through the drain, and now it wants to play your keyboard. One day you will wake up and, bleary-eyed, encounter six horrific tentacles playing Beethoven's Pathetique in your living-room. Very poorly. But will you give the creature from the deep the chance to practice, or will you scream like a girl and run for the axe? Only time will tell...
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If you let the tentacled beast practice, turn to page 82.
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You decide to let the tentacle beast get some much-needed practice in, and wander into the bathroom to brush your teeth and shower.
By the time you emerge, the tentacles have moved on to "Rhapsody in Blue," and are displaying an impressive level of ability. They are also dripping all over your brand new carpet.
Entranced by the beauty of Gershwin's composition, you suddenly realise that you are late for class!
If you rush out the door to class, turn to page 9.
If you decide to skip class and enjoy the improvisational genius of your monstrous friend, turn to page 68.
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Play on, Cthulu!
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And yes, lab partners are such a bane. So far this semester I've been far luckier than last semester, though fortunately for me, I was able to just do everything and still get the good grades. Nothing is worse than a shitty lab partner who interferes with your ability to do things right.
Pkg has arrived at our post office, which is about 10 miles away on foot, so I haven't picked it up yet. I am going to get them to redeliver. I will confirm when all is received :) Thanks again!
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I also remember when Samuel spilled his freshly synthesized dye all over my white shirt.
We had fun in those labs! So much so that I'm officially sick and tired of doing the same experiments 11 years later.
Glad you're enjoying the blog! Hope things are well au Sénégal!
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