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[sciatrix]

The weirdest coincidence on that mammoth rant and the asexually reproducing whiptail lizards that kept coming up is that I happen to work in the department where much of the original research on those lizards was done. Specifically, I share a floor with one of the primary fellows who did it.

He dresses exclusively in Hawaiian shirts and ponchos. Although he isn’t currently working on whiptails that I know of, the man is a major packrat–there’s things still on the walls that date back by to before I was born, and our hallways are lined with empty terrariums. It’s not uncommon for me to go digging through one of the hall cupboards for some unattended piece of glassware or elderly specialized equipment and suddenly find myself staring into jar after jar of indifferently pickled lizards.

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[wellthisisnice]

The Small Black Button reminded me of a story about how science and magic are the same thing depending of your perspective, involving a switch in drawer that wasn't connected to anything yet could shut down a whole computer room.

It's been an hour. I can't find it anywhere. Ugh.