Magic
Wow. The most amazing invention of the 21st century has got to be iTrip. It's friggin' magic.
For those of you Luddites out there that are not familiar with the iTrip it's a component you plug into your iPod. You set a radio to static and cue in the station on your iPod and it broadcasts your iPod musiv over the radio. Your own little radio station. I love it. Although everyone else probably won't since they'll have to listen to my music all day at lab. I should probably play the Macho Man today at top volume so other labs can enjoy it.
I can finally have my own morning zoo! I usually have a running commentary so now I add music too. Our CD player at lab is broken and we're all too lazy to go get a new one so that's why the music control was limited before, jerk.
Also, go out and get yourself an Adidas tracksuit or 2. It's fall now and nothing says pimp better than going to work in a tracksuit. I just busted one of mine out and I feel like a new man. That's a lie. I have the jacket on but jeans instead of the pants. I find that my cell phone keeps falling out of the pocket. I think I need to get a new cell phone because The Head's gotta roll in the tracksuit.
That other lab ain't looking for postdocs so it's back to the drawing board.
I'm pretty tired.
posted by The Head @ 10:45 AM
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7 Comments:
Ooooh, can I be on your morning zoo show? I can do wicked retarded celebrity voices. Here's my Steven Baldwin - "Hey, how ya doing Head". And here's my Jack Nicholson - "Hey, how ya doing Head". What do you think? Am I in?
Full Tracksuit? I didn't know you were in the mob.
Turbo
Ooh, do James Caan.
OK, let's do it. You'll have to work with me and St. Jude however. I'll be the straight man.
And I can't believe you've never seen me in full regalia.
Don't forget the flush sound.
Sure you can join us. Everyone quit their jobs and let's do it.
Fuck science (and porno webmastering - sorry Turbo). We're radio personalities. It's our calling.
Were you there for my neuro presentation in the white velour tracksuit Ash-hole? I think I peaked then.
This is a marvelous idea. I need a track suit. I needs me some gold chains. I am a pimp.
And the name i go by in the physical world can be shortened to L-MO. I am all over this movement like velour pants.
Dago-riffic cheeseballs unite! We'll take the world by force!
Turbo has never seen the Head in a tracksuit? Are you new? You haven't live until you have seen a Journal Club given in a white tracksuit. If memory serves, after wearing white all day the Head might have had some Arby stains on there too. The moustache would have made it better. As would jumping on the table and yelling at people. Sigh.
I'm not sure when I peaked. The Journal Club in the white velour or the jumping up on the table and making all the faculty my intellectual bitches.
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