ALIVE. REALLY.
Oh Melbourne!
Every time I'm away for a long period of time (which is often) I forget how much I love my crazy pretentious city with its stunning lego architecture and random modern art tossed about. (And sometimes, like that exhibition at fed square with the sadly movable boxes, stolen and then left on random street corners. Ahahaaa.)
I've been back for a month and a week and it is already the fourth week of Uni, much to my disgust and no little horror. I have ten hours of lab a week in which I do things such as have screaming arguements with my lab partner over basic maths and lunge over the benches to forcibly remove the wrong pipettes from people's hands. Microbiology is really damn ghetto which amuses me far more than it should considering it's my major.
On the plus side, they've given us fluoro yellow smocks to wear that we're not allowed to take out of the lab since we're officially biohazards and covered with genetically modified organisms. Last week we played with HIV proteins.
Last week, I also managed to spill a suspension of human cells infected with plasmids carrying HIV proteins which is a lot more disgusting than I can actually put into words.
HeLa, the immortal human cell strain that most labs work with, was taken from the cervical cancer tumor of Henrietta Lacks unbeknownest to her or her family. She died in 1951 from said cancer. It was also a groundbreaking case in which the courts ruled that our discarded tissues or other bodily material is not actually ours anymore and could be commercialised without consent or knowledge. Yeah. Go patent law.
(I am also doing a subject that deals a little with patent law, intellectual property and how Men At Work were sued because a flute rift from the bridge in the iconic song Down Under mimicked one found in a song about kookaburras. You can not make this up. God.)
My other subject is Science: Revolutions and Evolutions where we have clashes with the teaching class that has the room before our tutorials. Unfortunately, their class is twice the size of ours which occasionally leads to us being exiled onto the lawn outside where we get no work done at all because it's generally warm, sunny and really nice so we all lay on our tummies and roll about contentedly while our tutor tries to get us to focus on how Galileo was a bit of an overrated dick.
Truthfully, I am enjoying uni. I have a shiny student planner from a rival uni that bucket_shot stole for me which still gives me kicks and a pencilcase in the shape of the cat that unfortunately has the same shaped eyes as I do. Everything is grand but for the looming threat of graduate position applications and how graduation is right on the horizon and approaching at an accelerating clip.
D:
That is almost okay, though, because I have a shiny new fandom to distract myself with by writing truly retarded fic. It's all surealistic_des's fault. ♥
Basically, Koei's Dynasty Warriors series of games is very loosely based on the Romance of the Three Kingdoms novels, which is in turn loosely based on history. Really loosely.
My favourite character is famous for saving babies and peasants. His most famed exploit involves riding back into the midst of a battle to save his lord's wife and child and fighting his way out again with the child tucked in his breastplate. In the game, there is a cut scene where he is holding a baby and making stern faces at the approaching enemy army and declaring he must go and find his lord. It makes me sad that this is actually my type.
It helps that he's ridiculously shiny and that all the game designers have giant fanboy crushes on him to the point of lovingly rendering his CG art with bottom lashes and rougher skin on his chin to indicate he shaves. Oh Koei. ♥ Your production values focus on all the right things.
The kingdom of Shu is known for being all about virtue and justice and occasionally tossing babies to the ground. Not my favourite character, who saved the baby but when he handed the baby back over to his lord, all ":D I HAVE SAVED YOUR CHILD, MY LORD. ♥" his lord famously tosses the child to the ground with an anguished "YOU COULD HAVE DIED AND I WOULD HAVE LOST A VALUABLE GENERAL." Oh history.
An actual conversation:
self: ;A; I like Shu. They save peasants.
jo: You would. Saving babies! Tossing babies!
self: ;A; there could be worse national sports. ONLY THEIR LEADER.
jo: And saving old women!
self: I did not >>
jo: You sort of did.
self: Her motorized scooter stalled in the middle of the road, what was I meant to do? ;A;
jo: Not run back into the road to push it to safety? ♥
self: YOU STOOD ON THE OTHER SIDE AND LAUGHED.
jo: >:3
bucket_shot likes Wu. They're best known for setting things on fire in increasingly inventive ways. Somehow, we typecast ourselves.
(On a side note, the closest I came to saving babies is when a toddler accidentally rushed onto the train and separated herself from her mum on the platform and latched crying onto me while I was dressed in full Rinoa cosplay. And wielding a gunblade. She didn't speak English.
genunique was there too and the entire carriage mobilised themselves in a state of high panic, coordinating us to stay with the kid at the next station to wait for the mum, using the emergency intercom, and sending some athletic twenty something to sprint down the platform to talk to the driver when the train stopped.
It was pretty traumatic all around. ALSO, GUNBLADE. KJJKKJAWE. WHY DON'T THESE THINGS HAPPEN WHEN NOT EMBARRASSINGLY DRESSED?)
Because of DW fever, though, the Melbourne PoT fandom group have rearranged themselves into various craft projects. bucket_shot makes strangely adorable plushies of REALLY FAT KIDS EATING ONIGIRI.
Actually, birthday presents for surealistic_des who had a fantastic EATING PARTY NOMNOMNOM over the weekend. ♥ Thank you for having us over, Des, it was lots of fun 8Dbb
I am sure I have more to say but well, WALL OF TEXT already thus I shall leave you with a group shot! AS STOLEN FROM thesundaywriter.
I swear I am actually wearing pants. Probably.
Every time I'm away for a long period of time (which is often) I forget how much I love my crazy pretentious city with its stunning lego architecture and random modern art tossed about. (And sometimes, like that exhibition at fed square with the sadly movable boxes, stolen and then left on random street corners. Ahahaaa.)
I've been back for a month and a week and it is already the fourth week of Uni, much to my disgust and no little horror. I have ten hours of lab a week in which I do things such as have screaming arguements with my lab partner over basic maths and lunge over the benches to forcibly remove the wrong pipettes from people's hands. Microbiology is really damn ghetto which amuses me far more than it should considering it's my major.
On the plus side, they've given us fluoro yellow smocks to wear that we're not allowed to take out of the lab since we're officially biohazards and covered with genetically modified organisms. Last week we played with HIV proteins.
Last week, I also managed to spill a suspension of human cells infected with plasmids carrying HIV proteins which is a lot more disgusting than I can actually put into words.
HeLa, the immortal human cell strain that most labs work with, was taken from the cervical cancer tumor of Henrietta Lacks unbeknownest to her or her family. She died in 1951 from said cancer. It was also a groundbreaking case in which the courts ruled that our discarded tissues or other bodily material is not actually ours anymore and could be commercialised without consent or knowledge. Yeah. Go patent law.
(I am also doing a subject that deals a little with patent law, intellectual property and how Men At Work were sued because a flute rift from the bridge in the iconic song Down Under mimicked one found in a song about kookaburras. You can not make this up. God.)
My other subject is Science: Revolutions and Evolutions where we have clashes with the teaching class that has the room before our tutorials. Unfortunately, their class is twice the size of ours which occasionally leads to us being exiled onto the lawn outside where we get no work done at all because it's generally warm, sunny and really nice so we all lay on our tummies and roll about contentedly while our tutor tries to get us to focus on how Galileo was a bit of an overrated dick.
Truthfully, I am enjoying uni. I have a shiny student planner from a rival uni that bucket_shot stole for me which still gives me kicks and a pencilcase in the shape of the cat that unfortunately has the same shaped eyes as I do. Everything is grand but for the looming threat of graduate position applications and how graduation is right on the horizon and approaching at an accelerating clip.
D:
That is almost okay, though, because I have a shiny new fandom to distract myself with by writing truly retarded fic. It's all surealistic_des's fault. ♥
Basically, Koei's Dynasty Warriors series of games is very loosely based on the Romance of the Three Kingdoms novels, which is in turn loosely based on history. Really loosely.
My favourite character is famous for saving babies and peasants. His most famed exploit involves riding back into the midst of a battle to save his lord's wife and child and fighting his way out again with the child tucked in his breastplate. In the game, there is a cut scene where he is holding a baby and making stern faces at the approaching enemy army and declaring he must go and find his lord. It makes me sad that this is actually my type.
It helps that he's ridiculously shiny and that all the game designers have giant fanboy crushes on him to the point of lovingly rendering his CG art with bottom lashes and rougher skin on his chin to indicate he shaves. Oh Koei. ♥ Your production values focus on all the right things.
The kingdom of Shu is known for being all about virtue and justice and occasionally tossing babies to the ground. Not my favourite character, who saved the baby but when he handed the baby back over to his lord, all ":D I HAVE SAVED YOUR CHILD, MY LORD. ♥" his lord famously tosses the child to the ground with an anguished "YOU COULD HAVE DIED AND I WOULD HAVE LOST A VALUABLE GENERAL." Oh history.
An actual conversation:
self: ;A; I like Shu. They save peasants.
jo: You would. Saving babies! Tossing babies!
self: ;A; there could be worse national sports. ONLY THEIR LEADER.
jo: And saving old women!
self: I did not >>
jo: You sort of did.
self: Her motorized scooter stalled in the middle of the road, what was I meant to do? ;A;
jo: Not run back into the road to push it to safety? ♥
self: YOU STOOD ON THE OTHER SIDE AND LAUGHED.
jo: >:3
bucket_shot likes Wu. They're best known for setting things on fire in increasingly inventive ways. Somehow, we typecast ourselves.
(On a side note, the closest I came to saving babies is when a toddler accidentally rushed onto the train and separated herself from her mum on the platform and latched crying onto me while I was dressed in full Rinoa cosplay. And wielding a gunblade. She didn't speak English.
genunique was there too and the entire carriage mobilised themselves in a state of high panic, coordinating us to stay with the kid at the next station to wait for the mum, using the emergency intercom, and sending some athletic twenty something to sprint down the platform to talk to the driver when the train stopped.
It was pretty traumatic all around. ALSO, GUNBLADE. KJJKKJAWE. WHY DON'T THESE THINGS HAPPEN WHEN NOT EMBARRASSINGLY DRESSED?)
Because of DW fever, though, the Melbourne PoT fandom group have rearranged themselves into various craft projects. bucket_shot makes strangely adorable plushies of REALLY FAT KIDS EATING ONIGIRI.
Actually, birthday presents for surealistic_des who had a fantastic EATING PARTY NOMNOMNOM over the weekend. ♥ Thank you for having us over, Des, it was lots of fun 8Dbb
I am sure I have more to say but well, WALL OF TEXT already thus I shall leave you with a group shot! AS STOLEN FROM thesundaywriter.
I swear I am actually wearing pants. Probably.