The replay button's stuck

I'm being very productive today. I have been very productive all weekend. I am becoming astonishingly zen about the whole qual thing. It's either that or something like the mechanism (forgot what it's called -- maybe Anna knows?) that people use to train other people out of their phobias: after a month (and a half), I've simply run out of energy to keep panicking. My energy can be better spent elsewhere. Such as washing my car the next weekend around.

Pragmatism is reassuring.

Random list of things, in no particular order:

I spent half an hour yesterday trying to figure out how fruit flies can tell which side is up / down when they're flying, then another half an hour figuring out that fish have really bad proprioception -- but it's okay, they don't need it. Much. Most of the time. Either way they seem to live perfectly fulfilling lives. For fishes.

Today I discovered that gummy worms (or at least the CVS brand of gummy worms) have eyes. And a smile. At which point it officially joined my list of "food that are creepy to look at." (There is something very disturbing about eating something that is SMILING AT YOU.) (Yes I have a problem with chocolate bunnies around Easter time, too.)

Anyone know what, if anything, will happen if I mixed formamide with paraformaldehyde?

I miss my Intro to Genetic Analysis book (yes Annie, that green one from BIS101). I think it's the only book that I sold back that I regretted.

I currently have "Henry Martin" stuck in my head. It feels weird to be pipetting things and hear in my head "Hello, hello pirate Henry Martin...&c." I suppose, though, that it's no weirder than yesterday when I had the Log Song stuck in my head. Ms. Seidl apparently taught me more than I realized.