THERE'S MORE THAN ONE WAY TO SKIN A CAT
"There's more than one way to skin a cat", said Crazy Barb.
Nice day today. Cool, but nice. I had my last analytical chemistry lab session this morning. In hindsight it was a waste of time. My locker partner Cambo sounded and looked like he had TB, or at least that was my diagnosis. We were playing with NH3 today, along with murexide. NH3 being ammonia, common in cleaning stuff, stinks if enough gets airborn. And of course, someone had to leave a beaker of it open on the bench. Then the real excitement came when I was weighing something. I came out of the "clean" room noticed how smokey it was. The lab techs were out of their office to investigate along with the lab coordinator. The conclusion was a faulty fumehood. I'm no chemistry expert or anything, but fumehoods to my knowledge trap and somewhat "scrub" the toxic and bad smelling chemicals, and today we didn't use anything that would smoke, so who knows what I was breathing in this morning.
Afternoon. AFter the lab I took my usual stroll down the marion common room to partake in the neverending street fighter crusades. I did my share of arse whooping, 6 in a row I think. Then onto structure assignment. blah blah blah...
AFter polymer class I went home the usual way, billings bridge then #1 up bank. So I get some McDonalds before the bus comes and then wait with the crowd. I see the usual crap: mother giving 14 yr old cigarettes, old man talking to young girls who probably think he's creepy, the jockying for position. Then I overhear crazy barb. I call her barb because her voice reminds me of a barb I know. Let me enlighten you with this gem...(i think barb was maybe 60/70 and crazy)
Barb: Why can't it be like it use to be (the conversation is about hockey on tv)
Guy in nascar racing coat: yep
Barb: I don't even like watching it anymore with Mary
Guy: *head nod
Barb: I mean all she does is yell at the tv
Guy: snickers
Barb: I don't get why she has to yell about it when i can see what is on
Guy: *looks longingly for a bus to come soon
Barb: I just wish she would be quiet
Guy: *stares at the ground
Barb: So you know what I'm gonna do
Guy: *looks half interested at her
Barb: I'm gonna move my chair 3 feet away from her, yup 3 feet away that will teach her
Guy: *puzzled that two crazy people can live and watch hockey together
Barb: yup, I'm gonna move my chair so I don't hear her, I can't stand it, there's more than one way to skin a cat you know.
Thankfully the bus came although I did enjoy that little banter.
And now we're in the exam crunch. Late nights and late mornings filled with endless cans of coke and Delissio pizzas. And I chipped my tooth today while chewing on a pen. For the amount I chew on pens I'm surprised this is my first chip. It's kinda just over the top on the back side of my front bottom tooth. Feels like my tooth is hollow when I slide my tongue over it. And I hear nick is pursuing another direction in education. Good for him. Do it like Brutis champ. Speaking of which anyone seen poopsmith and the gang lately?
Time for 2nd dinner, delissio deluxe, friggin deluxe. So i wake up around 9ish tonight after a nap and am hungry so I head down to 7/11 to get a pepperoni delissio but they only have deluxe. That's asstastic, I wanted pepperoni. Ah well, anyone know what CAT stands for?
J-roc
Nice day today. Cool, but nice. I had my last analytical chemistry lab session this morning. In hindsight it was a waste of time. My locker partner Cambo sounded and looked like he had TB, or at least that was my diagnosis. We were playing with NH3 today, along with murexide. NH3 being ammonia, common in cleaning stuff, stinks if enough gets airborn. And of course, someone had to leave a beaker of it open on the bench. Then the real excitement came when I was weighing something. I came out of the "clean" room noticed how smokey it was. The lab techs were out of their office to investigate along with the lab coordinator. The conclusion was a faulty fumehood. I'm no chemistry expert or anything, but fumehoods to my knowledge trap and somewhat "scrub" the toxic and bad smelling chemicals, and today we didn't use anything that would smoke, so who knows what I was breathing in this morning.
Afternoon. AFter the lab I took my usual stroll down the marion common room to partake in the neverending street fighter crusades. I did my share of arse whooping, 6 in a row I think. Then onto structure assignment. blah blah blah...
AFter polymer class I went home the usual way, billings bridge then #1 up bank. So I get some McDonalds before the bus comes and then wait with the crowd. I see the usual crap: mother giving 14 yr old cigarettes, old man talking to young girls who probably think he's creepy, the jockying for position. Then I overhear crazy barb. I call her barb because her voice reminds me of a barb I know. Let me enlighten you with this gem...(i think barb was maybe 60/70 and crazy)
Barb: Why can't it be like it use to be (the conversation is about hockey on tv)
Guy in nascar racing coat: yep
Barb: I don't even like watching it anymore with Mary
Guy: *head nod
Barb: I mean all she does is yell at the tv
Guy: snickers
Barb: I don't get why she has to yell about it when i can see what is on
Guy: *looks longingly for a bus to come soon
Barb: I just wish she would be quiet
Guy: *stares at the ground
Barb: So you know what I'm gonna do
Guy: *looks half interested at her
Barb: I'm gonna move my chair 3 feet away from her, yup 3 feet away that will teach her
Guy: *puzzled that two crazy people can live and watch hockey together
Barb: yup, I'm gonna move my chair so I don't hear her, I can't stand it, there's more than one way to skin a cat you know.
Thankfully the bus came although I did enjoy that little banter.
And now we're in the exam crunch. Late nights and late mornings filled with endless cans of coke and Delissio pizzas. And I chipped my tooth today while chewing on a pen. For the amount I chew on pens I'm surprised this is my first chip. It's kinda just over the top on the back side of my front bottom tooth. Feels like my tooth is hollow when I slide my tongue over it. And I hear nick is pursuing another direction in education. Good for him. Do it like Brutis champ. Speaking of which anyone seen poopsmith and the gang lately?
Time for 2nd dinner, delissio deluxe, friggin deluxe. So i wake up around 9ish tonight after a nap and am hungry so I head down to 7/11 to get a pepperoni delissio but they only have deluxe. That's asstastic, I wanted pepperoni. Ah well, anyone know what CAT stands for?
J-roc
posted by BMF at
8:23 PM
3 Comments:
crazy barb sounds felicitatious. i can't wait to converse with you soon over fine pints of english ale and dark irish stout until the wallpaper becomes a living being and plays mere trickery upon your cerebral cortex. buck, when you comin to c-burg? lets hook up.
kecker
By
Anonymous, at 6:34 PM
You chipped your tooth on a pen?
You must have been knawing on that thing for a while.
Any irregular coughing from your toxic fumes? Let me know so I don't have to partake in them with you.
My return is the 25th, will you be in Ottawa?
By
Dalton, at 12:24 PM
Hey I know a crazy barb - small world I guess, although Im sure its not the same one because my crazy barb isn't that old (only about 50). By the way, Delissio pizzas are a staple in my diet and I have found that the deluxe isn't that bad if you pick off the black olives while still frozen (then the taste of them can't creep into the pizza during cooking) however this solution only works if you don't like black olives. Pepperoni is still by far the best.
By
bex, at 8:49 PM
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