Distribution Frame

As captioned in my textbook: "An overhead view of a frog that is being levitated in a magnetic field produced by current in a vertical solenoid below the frog. (The frog is not in discomfort; the sensation is like floating in water, which frogs like very much.)

(Courtesy A. K. Gein, High Field Magnet Laboratory, University of Nijmegen, The Netherlands)"

Image and more information from: http://www.ru.nl/hfml/research/levitation/diamagnetic/ ("In addition, the frog picture will probably help students studying magnetism to get less easily bored.")

( Because not everything has to be exams and final projects, gee dee ai. Sometimes there are frogs. )

An Inevitable Day To Connect

Guanine stepped gently out into the aqueous sunshine, and admired Cytosine's nitrogen. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a bright sight."

Cytosine climbed off the sugar and walked calmly across the grass to greet her lover. Guanine patted Cytosine on the heterocyclic aromatic ring and then tried to connect her quietly, but without success.

"That's all right," Cytosine said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not smooth," Guanine. "Not as smooth as the time we connected in solution."

Cytosine nodded suddenly. "We were fluffy back in those days."

"Our keto groups were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Guanine said. "Everything seems organic and uniform when you're young."

"Of course," Cytosine said. "But now we're gorgeous, we can still have fun. If we go about it horribly."

"Horribly?" Guanine said . "But how?"

"With this," Cytosine said and held out a blustery proton. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to connect."

Guanine swallowed the proton at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to connect horribly. They connected like an ion that has suddenly lost its charge. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.

Overcoming Vitalism in an Alive-biased Society!!!

3:45 Walked from the school to the EMT building in the afternoon to be an active participant in the community and an asset to our great town. I tap the code into the door and enter the ambulance garage. Ambulances use to remind me of the oldest location of my church which was half ambulance garage, half tiny random building at the opposite side of a four lane street. Now they just make me think of zombie-love, but whatever. No one else is there.

4:00 A guy shows up. Actually, we're suppose to start at 4, but I chose to go early because it's much easier to walk to the building than make my mother escort me to and eventually from a building 15 minutes away - for a rough total of an hour. Other volunteers are suppose to be coming at 7. Anyway, this guy. Let's call him John. He is deliciously ironic, without being sarcastic (Thank you APLA teacher today for that distinction). He actually paints for a living but he is volunteering in this case, so he brings not only a wealth of experience to compensate for my total lack (watercolors etc are not quite the same), but also a few brushes and the white we are to use to paint over the white wall. ...But the new color is lighter. John is 24 years old, apparently played video games through college, including RE, and can stand to listen to an immature highschooler chatter about fictional zombie plots with no evident sign of boredom. Has some suggestions along the lines of a character based off of himself. I take to him very quickly.

We cut the first room (line the edges in preparation for the rollers), him on bottom, I on... side. 'Tis great fun, and part way through, I pop into the second room in order to remove all the chairs and desks. No small feat and I am quite proud - I need these small reminders that I am not always a pudgy grey lump onna swivel chair. Resume cutting.

4:30:-ish. Company shows. I am tired, slightly paint splattered, exhilarated. The drive to create is upon me and I have permission from John to paint designs on the bricked walls, which will not appear lumpy after the rollers pass through. He himself was apparently making Bob Ross styled happy little lines in a corner. I am dreaming zombies (ugh, not new news by now) and have access to a pail of paint, a brush, and giant concrete canvases. Brief imitation of Reg Shoe with a paint can, in celebration of Discworld, RERP, and revolutionary speeches everywhere.

"Rise up!"

"Undead: NOT un-person!"

"Hahahahahahahah"

"Stand up and be counted!"

It's probably the closest thing I'll ever come to graffiti, but it was very amusing as more and more people began to arrive. Some went at them with rollers (I filled in unreached indentations with my faithful oversized brush) and they were starting on the second room by the time I left, at 7. Am still speckled white, in spite of shower. I had a pretty good time. ... And one day, I hope to make a John the Painter who paints over the world's blood (or coffee?!) splattered sets so they can be reused in the next scene.

From pushingmetaphor: Oh heck yeah! Spies on t3h interwebz! Secret agentry abounds!

Also randomly: WE HAVE THE SUPPORT OF OUR PRESIDENT!!! 'Tis a grave grave threat to our nation! The world!!! (Link is to a short movie clip. With sound. And Bush. Just FYI.)

I'm starting to suspect my next big fandomish obsession will turn out not to be some sort of anime or manga or even book or television program, but rather zombies. How many total entries has this been now? I mean, it's getting a bit ridiculous. ... <3.

But it's either zombies (un-zombies?) Resident Evil style (shyue and lily22), or Alice books mostly Rozen Maiden style (mercurial_lampe? this would be as much your fault as mine).

The former will probably win out. After all, I can have my zombies and my espionage, with a dash of Wonderland thrown in. I'm feeling awful squeeful. Now I need to go work. Or check out neglected internety things. Either or. o_O

Hi all! So, I've been gone for a bit, 'cause internet was a stupid thing and only worked some of the time. Like it would load half of Google, and then nothing else. Only amusing the second five minutes (the first five minutes were spent in panic). Oh, and I also had finals and opted to study, neglecting my time honored procrastination.

But I'm back, kind of. Only, not really, since I'll be gone for about 1-2 weeks starting Saturday. Ahah.

( So, today... )


... Oh, and: HAPPY BIRTHDAY acubens! ( *coughcough* It could not be helped. Honest XP )

EDIT: Hello from DC! Tha's all. Er. Yay internet~!

^_^ From Shugorei (windupthinker):

http://gprime.net/video.php/bigad

*is still so amused*

Does anyone have any ideas for a play I must write for English? It should include

A)Two teenagers are sent into a book via tornado/lighting/something else wacky and
B)Wind up in the Middle Ages (including fictional elements such as dragons, of course, if need be) where they
C)Encounter a maiden and her klutzy knight. I must also make it
D)Interesting (corniness optional)

Only I have to write such a story in a day tomorrow and I was hoping someone would have am idea to help me. It doesn't have to be and idea that encompasses the all the above, but, frankly, I need help >_<

Thank you!