June 30, 2010
Gave my final year talk today, on "Scanning Ion Conductance Microscopy for Ion Channel Localisation". It went, of course, very well. Slides, perhaps, to follow. I present like a pro - this is probably not a huge surprise to those who know me. What's lacking is the science; in place of which I invariably fall back on cheap parlour tricks. The audience laps them up, but that doesn't change the fact they're bollocks.
Don't get me wrong: I love cheap parlour tricks. But I'd quite like some real, statistically significant, results as well. NMDA receptors: declare yourselves! You miserable fucking varlets. I know you're in there. Come out with your hands up. Or your transmembrane domains, whatever.
Apart from that, it's posing as summer, which is great. And Davide is departing for the other side of the world, which is not so much. And the old man is recovering from intrathecal pain pump neurosurgery, which ditto.
I ought to go out to Oz again, but it's difficult. I think you can imagine, though I'm sure you'd prefer not to.
In other news, never can so many people have been called upon to think so much and yet so shallowly about how to pluralise the word "fez". Hint: it doesn't involve apostrophes. But I love you for trying, fuckwits. A few shonky scripts notwithstanding, implausible youngster Matt Smith turns out to be the best, and most adorably alien, Doctor ever. Moffat/Smith/Gillan FTW, and roll on Christmas.
June 13, 2010
Well, perhaps not. Anyway, the absentee landlording continues.