J.R.U. says, "Coherent thoughts are for pussies."
Prepare yourselves for The Onslaught.
Silver Bullets:
--There's a well-respected, internationally-acclaimed researcher at the Hutch (we're talkin' member of the National Academy of Sciences; bow down) who posesses a name that sounds like "Marker Dean." I just thought that actually was his name. Luckily, before I finally got the opportunity to see and talk to him, I found out his name is far from that. Just sounds like "Marker Dean." He wouldn't have answered to Dr. Dean; I would've naturally (dumbassly) said, "Oh, I just thought your first name was MARKER!" He would've ensured I never get into any graduate school in the United States. But, crisis averted. Sounds like Marker Dean. (SmellslikeTeenSpirit?) I would give you his real name here, but I fear he might be the type to do a google search for his name; and I naturally want to avoid him hearing of this. ("But, James... then you shouldn't post this on your website!" Shut-up.)
--When Zach was in San Francisco last week, he stopped by UCSF and got me a hoodie ("hooded sweatshirt," for those of you who aren't around me as often as you should be, naughty children). I believe the gift was to boost my morale for applying to graduate school (UCSF is home to a well-respected molecular biology/biochemistry graduate program). Instead, it boosted by raw lust for hoodies. And it started an onslaught of giggles as I recalled a Hutch intern last summer and her obsession with UCSF. My fellow interns might recall this person; but, I believe I can safely assume that she definately IS the type to do google searches for her name on the internet. So I'll definately omit her name here. She's not a UCSF now; but I'll give you a hint where she's in graduate school now: it begins with a "B" and ends with an "erkeley."
--I will mention, however, that she and I shared a common handicap of not matching our metal accessories.
--Zach, thank you for the hoodie. I may not go to graduate school. But I will wear that hoodie.
--Tomorrow is Veterans' Day. Tomorrow is a paid holiday!
--Friday night I spent my hard-earned money at two Seattle gay bars. [Gasp! James went to gay bars! What happened?] Well, it happens now-and-then. Paul dragged me out, and we met Josh, Brad, and Andrew (token hetero) at the Rosebud. Then, we ventured to Manray so I wouldn't be tempted to dance after having several drinks.
--A friend of mine recently asked me if I liked Alcazar. Not knowing what it was, I assumed he either meant Azkaban (everyone's FAVORITE wizard prison from Harry Potter-ness) or Alcazan (everyone's FAVORITE creepy executed prisoner from C.S. Lewis' That Hideous Strength). Guess what: Alcazar's a band! And James is a drolt.
--It's officially offical: Sarah is coming to Seattle for Thanksgiving! Much merriment will ensue, as she is to be joined by Marie and Brett. Zach and I have a lot of entertaining to do. AND I just found out I can take a personal holiday the day before Thanksgiving. Sarah and I can get into all sorts of trouble (Toys in Babeland, anyone?).
--In celebration and anticipation of the above visit, methinks I'll buy some clothing on homestarrunner.com. Specifically, a black hoodie with The Cheat on it. Thus, my aforementioned recently-fed hotwet lust for hoodies will be satisfied (for now), as will my undying devotion to The Cheat.
--I would have a son and name him "Marker" (or something that sounds like it); but that would require having a son, AND liking the name Marker.
We now return you to our regularly scheduled doldrums.
Posted by James at November 10, 2003 06:44 PM