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1.) Why's Starscream your favorite Transformer?

I got into TF when it first started, and as you may or may not know, the bumbling henchman was the norm for bad guy teams. Starscream actually had the nerve to stand up to Megatron and say he though he'd be a better leader than him, even if all his "plans" for usurping him were woefully incompetent and he'd always get his ass kicked in the end.

Later versions of Starscream would always give him a very unique characterization for the series, so he's stuck around as my favorite.

2.) Do you think you'll ever go back into academia a few years down the road?

Ideally, yes, but for now my brain needs the break. Not only will it let me "heal" from 10+ years at BU, but it might serve to give me the inspiration needed to be able to come up with my own research questions. I've actually had fleeting thoughts here and there about med school, but nothing that I could really consider serious.

3.) What do you think's the hardest thing about working with your birds?

Particular to birds, not too much. I think what's always difficult is managing their homeostasis during surgery, since they're so small and therefore easily prone to expiring if you're not careful with the anesthesia. Aside from that, of course, is the typical neuroscience quibble of "damn, I hope I hit some neurons with this electrode", magnified even more due to the fact that they're implanted and so, if I've missed the target medial-laterally/anterior-posteriorly, I'm screwed :(

4.) What's one thing you miss about Miami that you can't get here?


5.) Why the bear? ;)

LOL JAPAN. But for the serious question, I dunno, lol. Ask Takeuchi XD
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So it's 'round 5 AM when I am awoken by the clatter of objects in the dining or living room, and Rydia is making the oddest sound I've ever heard. I bolt up and scan the rooms; my worst fear is that one of the shelves has fallen, sending everything to the floor and, worst yet, hurting the cat. Nope, all 4 shelves are alright so far. I see Rydia on one of the windowsills, still making that weird-ass sound, and move over to see what's wrong with her.

There's another fucking cat outside our apartment.

Now, this guy is just chillin' by the front steps, staring up at Rydia and I with a look of "WTF, mate? ^^ I'm just hangin' here, ain't no thang!" Meanwhile, Rydia is making this deep, glottal and clearly upset sound which seems to be saying "GTFAH (get the fuck atta' hea'), this be my house, bitch," only all she's doing is sitting at the sill, somewhat curled up (Jen later mused that she might be in pounce mode, but I digress). So the odd meowing continues as the other cat strolls off the sidewalk, and once it's on the street, Rydia essentially stops. The cat turns around and looks at us, then crosses over to the cars on the other side, sniffs at them, turns back, etc. It eventually leaves our field of view, and I look at Rydia with an "honestly, cat, chill" sort of look. I eventually get back to a little sleep, but not much.

I guess the clattering was Rydia scrambling from one of the windows in the living room to the other, making a racket as she usually does when she spazzes out in the middle of the night. So far, the intruder has not returned, but I plan to document everything that happens if it ever decides to grace us with its presence again.

August 2010

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