Unlike my last research talk, I managed to get through all of my slides without saying the word "crotch" today. At least I don't think I did; I blank out a lot when I'm speaking. The Sciencette doesn't remember any crotch dropping, so I guess we can believe her.
What I was unable to do was not ramble on about a bunch of ridiculous stuff. My boss makes me practice my talks at least once before the big day, but no matter how many times I practice, when GO TIME hits, new shit pops out. Today, I went off on a tangent about how learning the biochemistry of a protein complex was like getting to know a woman.
Yeah, it just gets worse from there. I'm told I ended with some kind of comment about how if you keep a woman happy she'll make you pie.
I guess I'm the kind of guy that women's rights activists would like to kick in the crotch. Oh well, at least I didn't tell Julia to, "get her bitch-ass back in the kitchen and make me some pie," a la Cartman.
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