Bless this dear man and his struggle against that fucking "church" for having a stout enough heart to fight back against them. He's now being "Fair Gamed" for the insufferable sin of wanting to have his daughter be happy and a part of his life.
The people responsible for this are ultimately victims. The people in charge of brainwashing them to make them that way can FUCK OFF. They are tearing families lives apart for fucking MONEY. Jebus, this crap makes me sick.
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I really got nothing, because this week turned out a whole lot better than it looked at the start, so I have to be grateful for that.
However, a general FO in the direction of the Congresscritters and others who are now mortgaging the future to buy votes in the present is still worthy of being said.
And people who see a problem, immediately demand SOMETHING MUST BE DONE even if that SOMETHING turns out to make things worse can FO also. I'd like to see all those people sent to an island and equipped with poking sticks so they can poke each other (or mud, or birds, or leaves) when they feel the need for SOMETHING TO BE DONE.
Having one chance to take a test this afternoon that will determine whether I graduate or not WHILE I'M SICK can go die in a fire somewhere. Preferably a fire made of exit exams.
Also, why can I never, ever, ever remember Kreb's cycle? Ever?
Oh crap...the Krebs Cycle can fuck off. I still can remember the agony of trying to memorize that shit in college. Blech.
WV: fookati. What my brain felt like after memorizing the Krebs Cycle.
I thought "fookati" was an eastern European knockoff of an Italian luxury car.
The clams can fuck off. Working too hard can fuck off.
But remembering the Krebs cycle just long enough to ace the test is cool. Been thirty-some years for me and I can't remember a damned thing about it. Good Luck, LD!
How much of Krebs do you need to know? It's been a long time since I taught that to bio majors; in my non-majors class I'm happy if they get that CO2 is the byproduct of cellular metabolism and the purpose of it is to extract energy from food.
and still some of the "kids" in my class eff THAT up. I haven't yet have anyone claim people photosynthesize, but it's gotten dangerously close.
possible mnemonic for steps of Krebs cycle.
Another one:
Officer- oxaloacetate
Can - citric acid
I - isocitric acid
Keep - @ketoglutaric acid
Selling - Succynl
Sex - Succinate
For - Fumaric Acid
Money - Malic Acid
Maybe that's a bit more memorable.
(Not sure if the steps are in the same order, with the same starting place, as what you need to know)
Thank you all very much! Ricki = hero.
Ricki = Hero, indeed.
And Ken - Senile Idjit.
In my defense, it's been >30 years but I thought the Krebs cycle dealt with ovulation.
Thank goodness I only have to deal with kinases now.
BTW Ricki, I remember many of the details of mitosis and meiosis, but damned if I can ever remember which is which. Do you have a mnemonic for that?
Fucking hell, people. How hard is it to remember that there are things on the planet known as TIME ZONES and that those of us out here on the left coast don't show up for work at five fucking o'clock in the AM?
And to the idiot in the Netherlands who sent me an e-mail at what would have been three o'clock in the fucking morning here and then proceded to complain to my boss in New York that they hadn't received an answer by six o'clock California time - FUCK OFF. It's not my fault you are too stupid to subtract eight and realize the non-vampire that is me is probably still in fucking bed and isn't obliged to be at work for another three fucking hours.
Mitosis makes cells that are clones, meiosis makes sex cells.
Meiosis is sexy? I don't know. I never had a mnemonic for them but I did always feel that the people who named the two processes could FO for giving them such similar names.
Hrm. Let me think:
Old McDonald had some sperm
M-e-i-o-sis
Thinking 'bout it makes me squirm
M-e-i-o-sis
I have no idea if that helps or makes things worse.
Ricki, you crack me up.
Fuck off to my total lack of understanding of anything other than the most general of scientific theory. And fuck off to my complete inability to do math more complicated than basic operations with fractions and decimals.
And fuck off to teachers in high school that let me slide by in math without understanding a damned thing just because I was quiet and did the work on time.
I've got no other fuck offs this week--I'm in a good mood because the fucking insurance (again, DON'T go with Golden Rule if you're self-insuring)finally decided that going into labor at 32 weeks is a fucking complication of pregnancy, and coughed up for my hospital bill.
Just in time for my husband's birthday Sunday to NOT have THAT particular stress (he's got plenty more--enough that he doesn't have the energy to post here even when he's got something specific he wants to say).
Ha ha! Excellent, Ricki! But now I'll have that song in my head all day.
Victory, HH! Congratulations (is that a congratulatory occasion?)! The bastards finally gave you your due.
KREBS? (Makes the sign of the cross) Run awaaaay! Run awaaaay! (And this coming from a bio major!)
Benzholes who own one of the finest cars ever made but don't have the first clue how to drive one (it's the rectangular thingy on the right -- it makes the car go faster) can FOAD with rusty gear shifts.
That is all.
wv: warclowb. I would have preferred "warcloud" or even "warclown", but that's par for the course this week.
My hurting shoulder can fuck off. Also, Katie Couric can fuck off with salsa-dipped notebooks. Maybe it's the PMS talking but that stupid "Notebook" short they do on the local radio station got on my last nerve the other day. You know who else has a notebook, Katie? That guy on "Blue's Clues" who talks to an animated dog.
Best of luck to Laura's Daughter, and way to go, HH on kicking insurance company butt. (My WV is being insensitive to you, though: "lamaz.")
Brigitte Bardot can fuck off. Look, lady, I think the President of the United States is a little preoccupied right now to take up the "save the seals" cause. Shut up and go back to doing...whatever the hell it is you do besides whine about the poor widdle animals.
"You know who else has a notebook, Katie? That guy on "Blue's Clues" who talks to an animated dog."
BAH hahahaha.
(And I think the animated dog has a higher IQ. Oh, wait, did I say that out loud?)
"warclowb" is awesomb.
Death can take Donne's advice, and fuck the fuck off and die itself.
As a close second, people who are so fucking invested in fellating their grudges that they must mutter them AT THE VIEWING can take the Queen Mother of Flying Fuck Offs and land on a fucking spike of radioactive lava. Right in front of my dead grandmother and grieving grandfather, you fuckwitted snot-sucking douchejockeys? What in fuck's name is that shit? I pray he didn't notice you rolling your eyes and calling other people's grief "phony" but other people did, including the ones you were talking about - but that was your shitty little purpose, wasn't it? What did you win, turdmuncher? FUCKING HELL. A great fucking acid-pissing shit-skidding king hell migraine and raging syphillytic FUCK YOU, cupcake.
At a viewing??
A VIEWING???
Ho.
Ly.
Shit.
That takes the fuckoff cake.
Aw 'Fly, that is total douchoneousfuckability.
I thought krebs were those things that ken couldn't kill with penicillin?
WV: "affines" as in "Affines i don't have enough alcohol in my body to allow me to read any of the pronouncements out of Washington without wanting to shove my ass into a cuisinart and training my dog to push the 'pulse' button."
Buddha on a popsicle stick, NF, someone did that at a VIEWING?
(And first off: I'm sorry to hear of your loss)
"Not speaking ill of the dead" is a saying and a custom for a REASON. Whatta jerk.
Seriously. I am absolutely befuddled to the point that I can't even come up with any good strings of four letter words to describe the sheer asswittery of that.
All I can hope for is that whatever payback they face is a total bitch. (But seriously, I think being someone bitter and small-souled enough to to that, it's probably sufficient payback for the person to have to BE themselves every day...)
Sorry for your loss.
Whoa, rich material today.
I have nothing to add.
Fabulous, though, today. Epic.
Nightfly,
That goes far beyond the line between redneck (If you've ever opened a beer at a funeral...) and trash. And sadly, I have the same types of individuals in my family.
I'm sorry seems inadequate. I feel your pain seems too...Clinton. I don't know what I can say, but I'm sorry.
Heh. I've been to funerals where a cooler was requested to be at the ceremony by the person being interred.
w/v: paroel - good for you, now learn to spel.
Finished the test, and I feel like a noodle. Guess what wasn't on it? Argh.
Nightfly, sorry about your grandmother. And sorry about your grandfather's grief, and yours, and your family members' and family friends'.
And if the people who caused you such dismay by their behavior were family members, I'm real sorry about that.
"Finished the test.... Guess what wasn't on it? Argh."
Isn't that special.
But you'll probably remember the Krebs cycle now.
And you'll probably never need it again.
wv: mingstsu. Mingst State University? Have you looked into the grad school program there?
I was all ready to belatedly tell teh California legislature to fuck off with a "massive tax increase," I am actually not surprised by that, and in light of Nightfly's loss, seems trite.
My thoughts are with you and your famliy, 'Fly.
I'm sorry for your loss, too, 'Fly. Losing a grandmother is a hard thing. A boy may obey his parents, but he listens to his grandmother. And grandmas get to love without responsibility, so they can do it more thoroughly.
I have no fuck-offs strong enough for the ass ferrets at the funeral.
WV: Rushrola - a wind-up record player that only plays conservative talk shows.
Beholdall ... that takes the cake.
Beholdall, send them an IOU. That's what the state of California plans to do for those who overpaid. Fair's fair.
Sorry this is late, but it's fresh:
Openers who shirk their prep work, leaving the closer so deep in the weeds that even after the last order goes out the window, he feels like fucking Stanley looking for Livingston can fuck off in short order.
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