Thursday, June 16, 2005

Lost for Words

As I was searching for a word to scream when a rat got caught in my hair this morning, I remembered that Brother1 had suggested using Urban Dictionary for such times. Sometimes, especially at work, you need something that has more than four letters to truly express yourself. I tried this one, but it didn't have the desired effect.

note: You probably don't want your kids on this site. Maybe you don't care, but I just wanted to be responsible and warn you.

11 Comments:

At 9:16 AM, Blogger Murky Thoughts said...

You know, if you daub some conditioner on their little fingers they tend not to get caught. I learned that trick a little while ago.

 
At 11:31 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Choking now...
-PK, too lazy to log on

 
At 12:28 PM, Blogger Eddie said...

LOL, I love your site. I invite you to stockdiscussion.blogspot.com

 
At 12:41 PM, Blogger she falters to rise said...

PK. Are you choking because of the rats, the words, or the conditioner? Or are you just choking for the hell of it?

 
At 12:43 PM, Blogger she falters to rise said...

I haven't tried conditioner. My assumption is that it might add a confound to the experiment as "conditioner" does not fall into their current diet restrictions, and I'm assuming they would try to eat it since they eat their own poo.

 
At 12:45 PM, Blogger trisha said...

What if all I have in shampoo-and-conditioner-in-one?



Wait, I never see any rats.

 
At 2:03 PM, Blogger she falters to rise said...

You don't see them, but they are there.

 
At 2:35 PM, Blogger Piece of Work said...

I know a rat didn't *really* get caught in your hair. Right? RIGHT?

Ack! Sadoodi! Sadoodi! Sadoodi!

 
At 2:44 PM, Blogger she falters to rise said...

I joke around about a lot of things, but never about rats in my hair. It happens--you have to handle them a lot for them to get used to you and to not be stressed around you. One way to do this is to let them crawl around on you. Usually you keep them confined to the front of your lab coat, but things happen...especially at 6am. Sadoodi!

 
At 6:10 PM, Blogger Murky Thoughts said...

Are these Sprague Dawley albinos or real rats from, say, the trash heaps of Calcutta? The measure of the scientist is how wild her wild-type is, you know.

 
At 8:52 PM, Blogger she falters to rise said...

I stick with gold-old SDs--They won't let us free-range here. We do have some bats, but that's a different story.

 

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