My Dearest James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser -
My friend, never fear. Your assistance is not needed (though your willingness appreciated) in the matter of the hostilities against me. I have found a warrior more than fit for slaying this beast. As always...
Your humble servant,
Beag Air Bheag
My barbaric and loathsome work machine, the dreaded LC-MS, is no match for Highland warrior Dunk MacKenzie, whom is about to deliver a fatal blow.
Liquid Chromatography-schmography. Mass Spectrometry-schmometry. More like "Lucifer Consumes My Soul." Little by little. I dub thee, you bastard LC-MS, Black Jack Randall. Why? Because you are the enemy and you would like nothing better than to fuck me up the ass.
The Rock Lobster, my genius laboratorian counterpart at the university downtown, and I were discussing our respective assy lab machines and our shared work-related angst and we have decided we shall get said machines into the same room, blow said equipment up (thus literally blowing tens of thousands of dollars - I actually realized I could come up with the money to buy a condo before I could find enough to purchase my very own Black Jack), but we wouldn't run away. We would stand there, exploding in the glory of it all in a suicide pact to, one, off ourselves before anything else could and, two, rid the world of such offenses as acronymed instrumentation.
Addendum: No acronymed instrumentation or Domokuns were harmed in the making of this post.
4 comments:
Hark! Is the noble Dunk MacKenzie available to deliver a blow upon mine FPLC? His services be needed here.
Um, and also: I may perhaps have some trouble carrying the FPLC to the LCMS room. Perhaps we should arrange for a trans-city explosion? Imagine the beauty of simultaneous explosions across town!
Noble Dunk is always available for such services. You call and he shall come.
Oooo, this I have not considered. A Tyler Durden. That could work. Perhaps we should recruit others. A gang of acronymed instrumentation haters, a pack of our very own Robert Paulsons. I'm liking it!
We could even name it Project Mayhem like in the movie, except "mayhem" could stand for: Many Acronymed Youth Hating Electrical Machines. May All Youth Hate Electric Machines. May Your Hate Explode with the Machines.
If our machines can have acronyms, I ask you: why can't we? Muahahaha.
May Your Hate Explode with the Machines.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Our acronym will be a slap in the face to their acronyms.
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