No? How about: If I were an enzyme I'd be DNA topoisomerase so I could relieve the tension in your genes?
I swear, if someone were to use those on me I would marry them.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I Want its Juices - Not its Carcass!
What do cold weather, turkey, family, and pumpkin pie have in common?
THANKSGIVING!
Well tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and as per usual my family has decided to hold our feast of a meal the night beforehand which means that as I speak I am inhaling the wafts of turkey aroma that are rising from the kitchen. In addition, I can also smell:
Pumpkin pie
Mashed potatoes
Gravy
Stuffing
Asparagus casserole
Bean sprout casserole
Jelly Salad
Garden Salad
Cranberry Sauce
Carrots
Bread rolls
Okay, I lied. I can’t really smell almost any of those things. But I know that they will be at the feast tonight, and therefore I can use my imagination to pretend that I can smell them, which is better than actually smelling them, because this way I won’t get the whole Pavlovian conditioning thing where I drool.
Anyway, I’ve made sure to eat nothing but an orange all day to ensure maximal stomach vacancy for the food. I have also been doing jumping jacks every hour to work up an appetite. My two-sizes-too-big jeans are lying on my bed ready to be worn to provide extra give in the stomach area. I feel like I am preparing for an Olympic event.
Now obviously as any sane person would do, I have spent the last hour lying on my bed, procrastinating from studying the mechanism of solid phase peptide synthesis, so that I can daydream about dinner. And all this reflection has made me realise something: I don’t actually like turkey.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love the whole turkey dinner with a passion, but it’s not the actual meat that gets me all excited. As far as I’m concerned, the turkey itself is only a carcass used to flavour the stuffing and provide gravy for the mashed potatoes. I’m sure many turkey lovers will be chasing me down wishing to stone me after this, but for all I care the turkey could be thrown out after everything else is prepared. I mean, compared to everything else, it’s just not THAT exciting. Am I weird for just wanting its juices?
Time to do some more jumping jacks!
THANKSGIVING!
Well tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and as per usual my family has decided to hold our feast of a meal the night beforehand which means that as I speak I am inhaling the wafts of turkey aroma that are rising from the kitchen. In addition, I can also smell:
Pumpkin pie
Mashed potatoes
Gravy
Stuffing
Asparagus casserole
Bean sprout casserole
Jelly Salad
Garden Salad
Cranberry Sauce
Carrots
Bread rolls
Okay, I lied. I can’t really smell almost any of those things. But I know that they will be at the feast tonight, and therefore I can use my imagination to pretend that I can smell them, which is better than actually smelling them, because this way I won’t get the whole Pavlovian conditioning thing where I drool.
Anyway, I’ve made sure to eat nothing but an orange all day to ensure maximal stomach vacancy for the food. I have also been doing jumping jacks every hour to work up an appetite. My two-sizes-too-big jeans are lying on my bed ready to be worn to provide extra give in the stomach area. I feel like I am preparing for an Olympic event.
Now obviously as any sane person would do, I have spent the last hour lying on my bed, procrastinating from studying the mechanism of solid phase peptide synthesis, so that I can daydream about dinner. And all this reflection has made me realise something: I don’t actually like turkey.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love the whole turkey dinner with a passion, but it’s not the actual meat that gets me all excited. As far as I’m concerned, the turkey itself is only a carcass used to flavour the stuffing and provide gravy for the mashed potatoes. I’m sure many turkey lovers will be chasing me down wishing to stone me after this, but for all I care the turkey could be thrown out after everything else is prepared. I mean, compared to everything else, it’s just not THAT exciting. Am I weird for just wanting its juices?
Time to do some more jumping jacks!
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