The Ramblings of Austgen

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So, it is a new week of crazy science…and crazy it will be. Last Thursday and Friday I worked the most in, well, a long time. But, the results are getting better and better. Both my new antibodies are working, and actually going to start talking about my first paper. We’ll see how that all goes.

Saw a band on Saturday with ROOMIE PRIME. He’s got a bunch to say about it, but yea, Carbon Leaf was great. Described as a “front porch band”, they’ve been together for some time, and it shows. Real tight play, great guitars, bass player who could wail, and a front man that can sing and play tin flutes. Quality music. Also, there was some good eye candy in the crowd. Now, when I got outside, noticed that some of the eye candy was there with there parents, so had to beat myself with the 2×4. But, for a dollar, a good night.

Also, ROOMIE PRIME graced the HOUSE OF AWESOME with it’s new gas grill….let the meat feast begin. Burgers on a grill is what weekends are for. That and the Cubs beat LA on national TV, so it’s, as the hip folk say, all good.

Lastly, let us take a moment to remember those that died in our military. I have no relative that I know of that paid the “ultimate price”, but had those that served in uniform. For them, we shall not forget.

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I GOT DATA…well, not really…I got priliminary data. So, for those of you that have been keeping score at home, I’ve been having one hell of a time getting my antibody to work. After checking everything from the water I use to the equipment, I find that the math it wrong and the antibody is crap anyway. So, I says, “let just try a different receptor”…and well, now I got all kinds of staining and such. If my boss hadn’t broken her left side (clavicle and scapula), I’m sure she’d be jumping up and down now.

Decided that I’m not going to keep tossing out my statistics from softball, cause it’s a team sport, and I shouldn’t care so much. Needless to say, last week we lost, and this week, won both of them….well, off to more science, then baseball…

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I’m drinking Red Stripe…I feel so Jamacian…mon…

No softball last week. The rain gods felt it necessary to dump a few million gallons of water on the greater Columbia area. Really wanted to play this double header…but have to wait. Spent the weekend up in Iowa, seeing a few friends…good times, got made fun off, ate way to much. Everything you need when you get out of town. Of course, didn’t get much work done, and had a busy week ahead, but needed to get out of town.

Only three more days til STAR WARS III…got my tickets for the midnight show, and can’t wait.

Happy late Birthday to Dana Sedai…she’s 22…yea, that’s it. I suppose that’s another downside to leaving town this weekend….but, something that is in the past. Got her vodka last year….need something just as cool.

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So, I just got back from my one graduation party of the year. My boy, Hicky-nuts, the de facto head grad student of the department. Aside from the five hours of the drinking, it was sad. One doesn’t think of the people around them graduating…I suppose this is another sign of me getting older. It will be odd, not seeing him at the tailgates next fall, and listening to him bitch about the basketball team and how the Royals aren’t in it anymore. But, he is going to Chicago, and has got a good gig, so I am glad for him. Godspeed, Aaron C. Hinken, PhD, on your next step

On Wednesday, there was a softball game, if you could call it that. We played the other team from the Dalton. We ended up winning by mercy rule, 16-2. It was pretty rough to play. Their pitcher was new, but even when we started swinging at the first pitch, we were still hitting it to where they weren’t. I went 2-4, two singles, reached on an error, and struck out (DAMN IT!!). Two runs and one RBI. That brings the line to .428/.250/.821

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It appears that there has been some confusion as to the correct names used in this….epic tale. So, De-money refers to DeAnne, fellow resident with Clay and Dana Sedai. Danial of Denver is refered as Big Daddy Poth. I hope that this clears up any confusion that my have resulted in cyperspace. Please, return to your lives.

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