Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Lets let the light of science illuminate our lives:-) Its a shame most people don't think like that.
On another note, I have just stumbled upon this quote on the web:
"Science flew people to the moon, religion flew people into buildings." Richard Dawkins
Sunday, May 29, 2011
It'll set your research...on FIRE!
Hey baby! I'll be the nucleophile if you'll be the electrophile!
I must be RNA, because I'm not gonna be complete without 'u'.
Can I be the phasor to your electron and take you to an excited state?
We fit together like the sticky ends of recombinant DNA.
Hey, wanna put your alpha helix in my beta barrel?
Do you want to extract some protein from my column?
How about me and you go back to my place and form a covalent bond?
I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.
You’re like telophase, I admire your cleavage.
Hey baby, want to form a zygote?
If I were a Shwann cell, I'd squeeze around your axon and give you a fast action potential.
Want to be my substrate/enzyme?
You must be the one for me, since my selectively permeable membrane let you through.
You wanna make an F1 with me?
You must be gibberelin, because I'm experiencing some stem elongation.
Hey baby, will a little more alcohol catalyze this reaction?
I will fondle your vesicles while you caress my golgi body.
I want to work on your leucine zipper with my zinc fingers.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
I bet everyone now wishes to be doing research like this:-D Click on the picture for a link.
While such laboratory-based findings are theoretically important, only four studies have, to our knowledge, investigated the real-world attractiveness effects of human estrus outside the laboratory.
Yes, its completely necessary to visit a strip club. O, I mean gentelmens club.
In this article, we build upon such research by presenting the first real-world economic evidence of male sensitivity to cyclic changes in female attractiveness.
Well, girls, we should use this information wisely. Now we know when we will get just everything from him.
All participants in this study worked as lap dancers in Albuquerque “gentlemen's clubs” circa November 2006 through January 2007. The clubs serve alcohol; they are fairly dark, smoky, and loud (with a DJ playing rock, rap, or pop music). Most club patrons are Anglo or Hispanic men aged 20 to 60, ranging from semiskilled laborers to professionals; they typically start the evening by getting a stack of US$20 bills from the club's on-site ATM and having a couple of drinks.
Indeed, a very thorough analysis with a huge scientific importance.
Dancers in these clubs perform topless but not bottomless; law requires them to wear underwear, bikinis, or similar garments to cover the pubis. Thus, menstruating dancers can wear tampons (with strings clipped short or tucked up) and change them often during heavy-flow days, without revealing any visual signs of menstruation. Dancers typically wear very little perfume, but they often have breast implants, dye their head hair, trim their pubic hair, shave their legs and underarms, and adopt a “stage name” different from their real first name. They typically do regular aerobic and resistance exercise to maintain a fit, lean body shape.
I always wanted to know how these strip clubs work.
Thanks to L, A and C for the idea:-)
The word of the day is "legs." Let's go back to my place and spread the word.
Do you want to do math? Let's add a bed, subtract your clothes, divide your legs and multiply!
You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall... is in love with me.
Do you know what I like in a girl? My dick.
My magic watch says that you don't have on any underwear. (She says yes I do) Damn! it must be 15 minutes fast
Do you work for UPS? I could have sworn I saw you checking out my package.
What has 148 teeth and holds back the incredible hulk? My Zipper!
Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?
I lost my teddy bear, will you sleep with me?
My socks are having a party, do your pants want to come down?
If a fat man puts you in a bag at night, don't worry I told Santa I wanted you for Christmas.
Screw me if I am wrong, but haven't we met before?
Do you have a mirror in your pocket? 'Cause I could see myself in your pants.
You turn my software into hardware!
My love for you is like diarrhea, I just cant hold it in!
Hi, will you help me find my lost puppy? I think he went into this cheap motel room across the street.
I have a snake and he wants to enter your garden.
If you were a car, I'd wax and ride you all over town.
Do you have any raisins? No? How about a date?
I'm the 6, do you want to be the 9?
(steps on some ice) Now that the ice is broken, what's your name?
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Is your "to read" pille getting dengerously high? Do you have to many experiments runing? Are you spending whole days in the lab not finishing everything you planned? Stop complaning. I know you ve been playing this game for hours.
Click on the picture to play the game.