... which I rather think might cover everyone I know one way or another (you know, how every food goes with chocolate or bacon?). Anyway, coming conveniently just before my birthday (and I will tell you right now this is NOT a photoshop job):




Yes. It is real. And it is severely awesome.

Sal's response? Not unexpected, really. He said "I say, would you care to take a turn about the room? But of course!" and proceeded to shuffle around our living room growling "BRAAAAAAINS...."

H/T to dottygale and poeghostal, my sources for all things zombified!

so, okay, i'm that tool who finds time to update her own blog, but who doesn't seem to have the time to check non-flist blogs. or, like, the news. so i *just* found out that it's not just finals week or lack of coffee.... we are actually being overrun by honest-to-g_d zombies.

i could kill brett and kern right now.

'course, it wouldn't do much good, since they'd just come right back. then again, for all their scary talk, at least they did provide me with the zombie survival guide. too bad it's at home right now. hopefully it'll do sal some good. we are on the 6th floor, so that will probably help... though that one did get in this morning and managed to work the elevator and everything.... okay, now im getting worked up again.

my parents sound fine-- apparently the dog finds the suburban zombies to be fun chew toys. but they're armed and have plenty of food and whatnot, so depending on how fast this thing spreads, i'm cautiously optimistic for them. no word from my sister in san di--

holy crap... one of my labmates just ran in and screamed for help barricading the door. apparently our advisor is full-on zombified. there's some controversy as to whether he was already infected (or whatever) this morning when he came in asking for results or whether this is a new case. regardless, we have the door pretty well blockaded, and we have some bunsen burners running as potential flamethrowers (just have to shoot some ethanol across them) in case of a breach. our windows don't open, so i'm not sure what to do about that.

but, now that we're relatively secure, i can get back to trying to get some work done!

heh, it's only 9:20 and already i've posted twice. must be my procrastinatory post-vacation procrastinatory impulse.

anyway, today is the last day of finals week, and thus the last day of the triannual undergrad shuffle. it's so amusing how every three hours, starting at 9am, hordes of flip-flopped, besweatshirted undergrads drag themselves out of their dorms and to the main campus lecture halls to take their tests. this being the last day, it was particularly pronounced-- i think everyone's ready for school to be over for the year.

the irony of course is that sal and i kind of blended in. we're still pretty dragged out from all the crazy running around in pasadena, so i bet to an outsider we were indistinguishable from the rest of the horde except that we're wearing caltech shirts.

that's strange... one of the students in the class sal's TAing just knocked on the door. he must have been up all night working on a late lab or something-- he looked awful. stanford sweatshirt all dirty and a little torn. and i don't think i can even do that vacant expression justice. when sal opened the door, all this guy said was "GRAAAAAADES." how weird is that? i cant remember being so sleep deprived i loss use of coherent sentences, but i never claimed to understand the stanford undergrad. sal told him he'd grade his lab when he turned it in, but this kid was persisitent! when he couldn't talk sal into just handing him a grade, he apparently learned a new word "ANSWERRRRRS." sal, being the nice guy he is, made his apologies, but in the end, i just went over and closed the door in the kid's face. he wasn't takeing no for an answer.

i mean, i've run into some lazy students in my time, but this one takes the cake. and coming to our apartment at 8 in the morning? all new level of working-to-not-have-to-work. i guess i couldnt resist blogging it.

weird way to start my first day back at work though.