1 April, 2007
My parents once asked me what I do at work. Seeing as how I used to test rats for despair and then kill them, they were looking for glamour to share at the cocktail parties. (They’d stick to the behavioral testing.) Alas, all I could say was “I sit at my computer and figure shit out.”
Along those lines, a friend brought this to my attention today.
That reminds me! I have a new moniker: Dr. Scientist. So take note, everyone, or I will shoot you with my Laser Cats.