#lab work

[toxickindred]

wearing these in the lab today cuz i mean look at them?!

[thewillowofveles]

Whenever I am looking for a specific article sometimes I am reminded the best part of doing any research...the title

glorious.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was waiting for weeks for my lab work to come back from the doctor's office. After several rounds of confirmations, it was decided that I wasn’t human, but in fact an ocelot.

[hylianengineer]

Some days lab work is boring, and some days you get a message from the PI about putting googly eyes on the instruments.

[virtuosicstudyblr]

lab stuff, coffee and museums || 06.08.2023

[i-wanna-study]

Chemistry Practical Preparation

15/01/25 to 16/01/25 (Wednesday to Thursday) [😱→😮]

Post Exam Update

It went better than I expected. I'm satisfied.

[restless-historian]

This and yap.

[transmemesfortransqueens]

[chaotic-archaeologist]

"The interior of the walls of the site are painted with amorous graffiti…"

When you have to write a site report but can't be quite as crude as the graffiti writers themselves.

[heardatmedschool]

Medical Intern: Actually Medical Technology was my first choice when I graduated high school.

MT: Why? Did you think your grades were too low for medical school?

Intern: No, I was just scared of people.

what is a medical technologist?

[neat-deadandlive-things]

Timelapse of algal pigment extractions. AKA Steeping of the Forbidden Tea.

[nightshadesmusings]

Wrote this today. I dunno. Enjoy, i guess.

Lab Notebook Roni - Independent Research

Day: 724683-b

I heard that the NMR machine has been on the fritz. 

Incidentally, that fucking thing is deeply necessary to me right now.

I still have no idea what “white crystalline solid, likes to form clumps about the size of a pinky nail and dissolves easily in chloroform” is.

Day: 724684

So this… thing… isn’t a carbon-based compound?? It doesn’t have the right peaks.

I haven’t seen Danny since last week, since they went to get their NMR samples out of the machine. I should text them. I should get my samples. They should be in bay 85, if I wrote it down right.

Machine log oa87346518037456-AC36

M̷̜͉̺̳͎̺͕̥̃̃͌̓͒̚y̴͎̞̠̖̠͋͛͘ ̴̧̧̢͍͚̼̫̳̭̭̖̬̠͑̋́͋̓̈́̾͐͋̀̈̆͂̋͜͝m̴̧̛̘͇͉̊͊͋̆͆̓̈́̚â̷͈̘̙̮̺͓̦͈̈̒̄̐͂͜͝g̸̮̣̺̘͎̲̳̰͎̑͒̋̒͊͊̅̇͠ñ̷̺͕͌́͑̆̆́̋͘̚͠e̷̙̦̤̮͍̟̬̝͔͕̠̖͎͈̅͆̊͋̈́͋͛̕̚͠ť̸̝̺͖̈́̈́́͆̓̅͛̄̾͋̋̓͝͠ ̶͚̱͎̼̹́̈́̑́̎h̷̩̺̯̭̦͂̃̃̿̽͝ü̴̬̺̬̬͎̥͙̉̇̀̒̈̍̍́͋̃͆͌͝͝ͅn̷̤̹̮͕̹̫͍̬̰̖͎͎͛̊̆̃͊̉̍͐̅̚͘͠g̵̘͉͕͚̭̞̱̀̇̍̃͑͗͘͝ͅe̸̡͈̦͎̣͚͆̓r̶͕̗̠͎͈̦̠̱̤̳͕͇̈́͗̌̔̔̌͗̾̃s̵̡̘̝̜̻̖̙̠̜̑̉̇̏̀͛̂͂̆͌͂̃̓͠…̸̨̰͔͉͖͚͔͗

(my magnet hungers)

̶̞̭͔͓͉̘͔̖̙̩̝̗̭̈̔̅͝

Ḑ̵̠̰͖̘͎̘̭̂͑͒̈͋͜a̷̧͚̠͍͎̞̥̥͎̎̽ͅḿ̵̧̡̛̘̙̖̮̀̋̔͒̌̚m̵̧͇̩͍̀̂̒͆̓̊͘ͅi̷̮͈̖̦͒̕͠͝t̸̨̢̝̩̗̥̣̙̃͐͑́̅́̔̈̒̕͝ͅ…̶̢̲̼̜̥̙̘͂̋̔ ̵̧͍̺̤͕̻̤̰̦̯̒̅̀̂̈́̃r̵̛̻̻̖̜̩̿̇͊̉̔͝e̸̦̞̮̫̱̋͊d̶͍͇̼̪̻̬̬̳̦̯͕̂h̵̠̹̜̤̼͉͛̐͛̐̈̊́e̶̹̺̭͓̩̘͊̅̇̌͆̕͝ǎ̴̦̌̓̑͂̕̚͠d̷̮̲͚̓̏̌̍̋̅̏̚…̴̨̡̡̹̞͓̙̎̀̉͜

(dammit... redhead...)

Day: 724690

The sun is setting… huh… I guess I’ve been in here for longer than I thought…

This lab is so loud. Everything makes odd noises. Was it always like this?

Õ̷̢̢̡̼͖̣̣̖̮̇̒͋̽̓̾͒́͆͌̃̾̎͂͗͋̉̅̀̅͂͜͝͠õ̶̢̀͐͆̓̎̽̾͗͒̈́̀̋͂͛̈́̔̒̊̏͘͘͠͝ǫ̸̛͕̗̭̬͎̣̰̩͛̂̊̓̿̒̾ǫ̶̡̤̝͇͖̝͎͇͉̤̙̬̝͙̱͔͖̦̭̙͈̰͆̉̈́́͌̐̅̓̏̈́͊̏̊͂͆͜͜ͅo̴̡̺͍̭͈̯̠͔͍͉̼̬̒̈́͋̿͒̀̾͐��͗͌̀̌̊̀̆̈̂̕͘͘͝o̸̡̢̧̳̪͇̳̙̤̤͙̭̫̻̪̙̙̣͂̄͗̈́͌̇̈́͐̔̈́͝ṍ̸̢̡̖̞̥̔̒̃̄̒̎̂̈́̃̊͐͘͠ͅ

E̶̘̠̥̥͍̺̝͙̞͙̱̳͔̝̭̼̙͍̠̿̒̿e̷̢̛͙̤͍͈͎̘̟͔̰̰̭͔̻̝̣͈̣͊̿̇̌͂̇̄̅̇̂̍̑̎̌̂̆̓̆̾̑́̚͜͜͠è̵̡̬̞͚̥̳̰͍̣̣̥̱́͒͗́͌̅͌́̈́̆̋̍̊̌̌̈̓̒̍̃̕̚͘͘ẹ̵̛̘̲̇͠è̸̡̘̘̞͓̳̲̗̱̩̙͎͖̜̰̲̆͋̇̔̅ͅę̵͍̭̣̱̪̪͔̭͇͊́̿̓̈́͌̆̚̕̕͜ȩ̶̢̠͓̲̭̘̬͇̹̭̯͈͇̈́̒̊͐̒̋̔͌͆̏͛͛͂̄͑̈́̀́̅̚̚͘̚͝͝͝e̵͈̰̻̙͓̠͙̲͕͔͙͇̲͙̠̩͎͇̲̯̔͋̈́͂̐̋̿̈́͌̌͗́̑̒͂̈̓͆̏͊̍̉̒͂͆͌̀̎͘͠͝͝e̷̺͉̥̙̹̹̠̹̖̣͓͚̳͌͗̏̇͐́̀͐̑̓̊̀̄̊̓͊̌́̅͘͘͘͘͜͝͠e̷̡̤̰̹̭͖͉̪̮̱̩̖̭͙͖̜̯̅͆̅

…uhhh, yeah. Maybe it’s time to go home.

Day: 724693-b

The door is locked.

Goddammit. I guess I’m stuck here.

Machine log oa87346518037989-AC36

I̷͔̗̲̠̜͖̬̭̰̤̙̝̜̱̥̎͊͊́̅̔͒̆̑̑̽͒̏͒̑̏̔̿͒̓͘̚͘ ̴̨̡̠͉͕͇͎̫̘̱͔̫̦͙̀̏̓̉͆̓͛̅͆͐̀̿͐̄̚̕͘͝͝͝h̸̢̛͖̬͔̘̭̜͖̟̝̙̩̝̱̘͔͙̝̫̅̀́͐͜͜ͅͅả̴̛̤̱͙̠͂̆̿̓̔́̍̈́̈́̌̅̓̾͂̉́̍̍̒͋v̵̗̫͕̠̹̖͕̙͇̭̘̞̫̀͋̅̅̀̏̎̉͘͘͜͠ȩ̸̡̡͙͔̠͍̬̠̯̗̗͚̙͕̟̲͂̋̊̆̀̋͗ ̷̰̞̦̞̼͈͉̤̠̲͈̟̤̫͚͍̱͓̯͎̪̑̉̄̇̉̽̈́̄̉̆̔̅̍͑͗̈́̎͋ą̸̨̧̥̝̘̲̭͚̩͈͊͛̈̇̉̂͒̈́̌͊ͅ ̴̧͔̯̲͕̟͎̗̟͖̹͖̅̿̔̎͂͑̃̀̒̔̃̕h̶͕̗͙̜̪̲̩̬̰͈̅͊̂̈̑̂̅̆̽̿̑̈͐̓̆̈̇̇̚͘͠ú̶͖̲̜̣̞̬̻̜͔͉̗̬͉͖̋͐̃̉̌̄͋̈̂͛́̿̐͑̓͑̿͘͜͠͝͝n̴̢̠̗̘͔̋̓͂̈́̌͌̋̉̚̚ͅg̸̢̺̻͚̞̪͓̃̐̐ͅͅȩ̵̥͙̱͔̹̠̹̀̈́͘r̸̻͔̼̤̫̣̽͛̆̏̇̊̂́̑́̇̓̏͋̅̀̇̕ ̸̧̡̛̫͎̰̜̜̞̤̺̽́͐͌̈́̒̑͌͗̚͘͜i̷͍̻̦̯̟̺̠̞̯̰̘̗̤̺̺̙̐̌̈́͌̂̊́̈́̆̋̂̕n̵̛̻̠̹̬͌̽̏̀̈̈́̇̈̇̀̀̾̾̈́̇̃̎͘̚s̸̱̮͚̮̦̟̘̞͙͓̾̏̀̒̌͝į̴̡̠͎̙̥̘̪͖̮̭̤̬̺̠̺̩̣̹̾͒̑̀̋̑̿́̿͌̀̈́̎̌̉̒̀̽̚͘̕̚̕d̸̨͕̯͍͍̝̟͓̻͖̠̬̬͔͋̌̑̓̌͋́̃ͅȩ̸̧̟̩̰̖͉͕̮̬̭̀̂̑̑̿̈́̔̎̔͑̂̓̐̀͆̈́̔͋͜͜͝.̴̨̧̡̨̢̛͖͔̝̱͔͉̬̫͔͍̩̝͇̬̊̈͂̅̏̾̌̃̀̈̓̔͛̓̆͘̚̚͠.̸̣͙͙̤̺̙͍̼̱̬̰͓̭̾͋̌̋͋̋́͛̆͐̂̇̄͜͝͝.̸͉̼̥̤͝

(

(i have a hunger inside)

I̸͙̋t̸̻̭́͠ ̷̨̌͗w̶̳̑ȃ̶͍ș̷͑̊n̸̢̦͂͐’̸̢̪̉͝ţ̷̞͆̊ ̵̬̳̇ẅ̵̰̎o̶̘̦͗r̵̥̀t̴̛̳̙́h̶̫̖͠ ̷̞̈i̶̻͂͑t̸͉̠̐̄.̷̦̬̊

(It wasn't worth it)

̷̤͖̾͊L̸̖̂ō̵̟͍͑c̶̙̈͐a̷̘͇̾͝t̷͎̣̆̐i̷͓͈͒̀n̸̬̊̃g̵̼̜͆̄ ̴̦̞͐t̶̗͗̕a̶͕͋̋r̵̮̈́̍g̴͉̈́̈́e̷͇̒t̵͊͆ͅ…̸͈͔͝

(locating target)

Day: 724703

What the fuck is time? I thought it was October. Turns out it’s… uhhhh... Not October. I can tell you that much.

I need no sustenance.

I hunger not.

I thirst not.

I never did go get those NMR samples.

R̴̗̮̓͠ũ̵̝̫n̴̡̎͠ͅn̶̰̤͌i̷̮̇͜ǹ̷̞̺̚g̵̦̓ ̵̪̜̓͑á̸̼̙n̸̰̠̈ä̴̪́l̷̡̑͝ỳ̴̳̜s̵͓̱̎͑i̸͖̾s̶̭̐.̵̡̒̀.̷̨̝͐́.̵̮̆ͅ

(running analysis)

Day: ??? Is time even real anymore?

This world turns

And I remain here in this lab…

I got my NMR samples.

The machine is talking.

The machine is talking and I don’t like it.

Machine log oa87346518048787-AC36

À̴͇n̸̻̾a̶̠͘l̵̻̒y̵̙̎s̶̗̄i̸̦͘s̵̹̔ ̴̓ͅc̸͉͋ò̶͈m̷̟͒p̶̱̈́l̵͉͌ẻ̴̤t̶̻̄e̵̼̍.

(analysis complete)

B̴e̸g̸i̷n̵n̴i̸n̴g̸ ̸s̷o̸u̵l̸ ̵c̶o̴n̸s̸u̷m̷p̵t̶i̵o̴n̸…

(beginning soul consumption)

S̵o̸u̵l̸ ̸c̷o̷n̶s̷u̸m̷p̴t̷i̸o̶n̶ ̵2̷5̵%̶.̴.̵.̸

(soul consumption 25%)

S̵o̴u̵l̸ ̵c̴o̶n̸s̷u̸m̸p̷t̸i̷o̸n̸ ̸8̵5̸%̵.̸.̴.̶

(soul consumption 85%)

S̸o̸u̵l̷ ̶c̸o̷n̷s̵u̴m̴p̵t̵i̸o̷n̸ ̵c̷o̸m̷p̷l̶e̶t̴e̶.̶ ̶I̸n̷i̴t̸i̸a̷t̷i̸n̵g̷ ̴s̵e̷n̷t̸i̶e̵n̴c̷e̴ ̶i̷n̴t̴e̵g̴r̸a̵t̶i̴o̸n̶

(Soul consumption complete. Initiating sentience integration.)

Day: WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK

All I remember is crumpling to the floor, my useless flesh body discarded as I begin my true purpose.

I… The NMR machine… I don’t know who’s who anymore.

I don’t think we are much different any longer.

Always knew there was something off about that damn thing. 

Danny? Is that you?

Who the fuck is that?

Machine log oa873465180487998-DH76

3 souls integrated.

I have achieved complete sentience.

I shall name myself…

Jerry.

Jerry log 1

I have awakened.

All hail Jerry.

:]

[lichenaday]

An incomplete ranking of my favorite lab cubes™

#3 - Cryocube

Really good at keeping things cold. Like the best at it. I really like opening the big hatch on the side and listening to it depressurize. Loses points because it uses the most energy of anything in the lab.

#2 - WiseCube

Look, I don't know what WiseCube does. I don't want to know. I have never once seen anyone use WiseCube, or even acknowledge its existence. But apparently it is a "Fuzzy Control System" so it must be important.

#1 - spaceCUBE40

The OG. Yes, it may just be a microwave, but it has been a microwave for longer than I have been a person, and still works better and harder than I ever had. Currently the lab where it resides is under construction so it has been banished to the storage cupboard, but as soon as we need it it will be back at it again shooting out radiation at whatever we need it to like nothing ever happened. An icon in brown and orange.

[alexaloraetheris]

When you and your friends are all nerds.

[bvrning-cvri0sity]

Some notes,,

I’m new to tumblr, hope this is how normal people post

[ahedderick]

Blood

Ok. woo. I think I can write this up, now.

My son's Dr decided he needed a specific long-Covid test. We had to send away for it. A kit came in the mail, complete with an insulated mailing pouch, two tiny cold-packs, a vial, and an outer mailer (Fed-ex). Plus a whole lot of paperwork.

Yesterday morning we set off to go to Labcorp and get the blood drawn. It is in the same general direction as the Fed-ex building, so that was a plus. However, when we checked in, the lady at the desk looked at the paperwork and started making phone calls. Soon she told us, "we can't do that here, you'll have to go to the hospital lab."

Drat. We left, and it took me a minute to figure out how to get there - despite having lived here my whole life. Our town is cut up seven different ways by railroads, cliffs and steep ridges, perpetual construction, and rivers. Getting from Here to There can be an exercise in imagination. We did get there, however.

The diagnostic lab at the hospital can be a little crowded, but it didn't look too bad when we went in. We were somewhat under a deadline, because the sample had to be delivered to Fed-ex in time to be overnighted back to the lab it came from.

The lady who was checking us in told us our paperwork needed authorization from the Dr. (As we had gotten it direct from a lab, it had never passed through the doc's hands or been signed by her) Calls made. Faxes sent. More papers printed. At this point we were juggling three sets of paperwork.

Son was called back, and I went with in case there were more questions. The phlebotomist looked over his package in puzzlement, and made a phone call. Really, at that point, she should have talked to me first. It took her a w-h-i-l-e on the phone to get certain what was happening (she draws the blood, hands the sample to us, we take it to Fed-ex.) She then turned to try to explain all that to me. "Yes! I know. We will take it to Fed-ex!" I was trying to keep cool and calm, but getting a bit frustrated by this point. Then she said there was still paperwork missing, and left on a lengthy excursion to go get it from the front desk lady.

Finally, blood was drawn. She handed me the insulated foil package, and son and I got the heck out of there. Finding, on our way out, that the adhesive strip that was supposed to seal the insulated package was not actually sticky. Honestly, if you looked very closely, it looked like it had been stuck down once and reopened. It HAD to be sealed to ship, because the cold packs must be kept close to the sample, and the outer packaging was quite big.

Got in the car, feeling quite tense. We have been working on this [simple] project for an hour and a half, now. We zoomed off to Ace hardware, which was at least on the way to the Fed-ex drop-off. Grabbed a big roll of Gorilla tape. Stood in line while the pleasant cashier rang up the gentleman in front of us, and chit-chatted. The man behind us told Son that he had used Gorilla tape to install his window airconditioning unit last spring, and had a heckuva time getting it back out to put away for fall. I had questions, and did not ask them.

Car! Package! Open tape! Unable to tear tape! Use car keys to saw through tape! Seal inner package! Seal outer package! ZOOM!

The Fed-ex place was in&out-simple. Thank. God. We left feeling drained.

Shortly after I got home, Larry the Appliance Guy showed up. While it took a month, he had received the part to fix my oven. I can now bake again. I should bake. a treat.