Spotted in a Vancouver grocery store.
Science…
My Diary —
What happened? Did you fall down and skin your knee in front of a bunch of Con Ed electrical workers? It’s ok. Sit down here and tell us all about it.
Category Archives: My Diary
A Day In The Life: Left-Coast Scientist Gets Real With Protractors, Testicles
As denizens of this Bloghosphere, we all understand what it’s like to be Amazine Scientists– We know well the importance of exacting execution of theme parties, for example. We’re clear on our mission to inform, and the essential roles of cameraphones and snappy comebacks to our craft. But as part of our new Visiting Scientist […]
And we come full circle.
Let’s call this the “We’ll really miss seeing you around the office” cake, part deux. They’d only have done this better if it came with a companion shirt.
Well done, Bossman.
Came in late this morning to find this stickied to my computer. That BM is learning.
Bien joué, Ideaman. Bien joué.
Please enjoy a truly skillfully-executed piece of science, as documented by local bloggerman Jim, roomie of YB and Friend of the Devil. A better example of the spirit of My Diary has never been written. Well played, indeed.
We totally hike!
Totally!
Stigmata.
All’s I did is take out the garbage. And jebus marked me with a rusty nail. (Let’s hope I don’t get lockjaw.)
Sometimes when you’re in Blighty, you get egged. Randomly.
In the street. It happened to me. Right in the boob.
Revenge: A dish best served by an Art and Craft?
(note: the following exchange is [multi] posted with the enthusiastic permission of the protagonist/practitioner) The short story: It’s 2003. Our (now happily-married) heroine goes on a few dates with a diminutive, wishy-washy stand-up comic with commitment issues. Things seem to be going well, and then, without warning, she is artlessly and unceremoniusly ditched by the fumbly microcomedian. And […]
Wassup, grade 3?
The original inspirado for “my diary.” So that we never forget.