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    March 21st, 2008 by Premee

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    Oh my God, do I ever miss genetics. I found this list today (composed circa early 2000) and my heart shattered.

    YOU MIGHT BE A FREAKY GENETIMATISTICIAN IF:

    - You never swat a fly before checking its eyes and wings for new mutations
    - You can spell the scientific name for yeast
    - You can spell it backwards too
    - Your favourite pickup line is “Let me take you back to my place and I’ll do your karyotype all night long”
    - You have enough discarded Punnett squares to paper the Reichstagg
    - You name your dog E. collie
    - You drool when anyone mentions conjugation
    - You are homozygous recessive at the weenie locus
    - You make jokes about being homozygous recessive at the weenie locus
    - You refer to a newlywed couple as ‘stably base-paired’
    - More than one guest at your house has been rushed to the ER after eating the little slab of blue Jell-O in your fridge
    - You just thought ER stood for ‘endoplasmic reticulum’
    - You refer to the male genitalia as the ‘sex pilus’
    - And to female genitalia as ‘sticky ends’
    - You can draw a Holliday junction with your eyes shut
    - You have one tattooed on your ass-eye
    - You call cigarettes ‘mutagen sticks’
    - You call your beaded necklace your ‘plasmid’
    - Of a Northern, Southern, Eastern, and Western blot, you know which one doesn’t exist
    - And what the other three are for
    - And how to perform each
    - You refer to your parents as ‘repressors’
    - You invoke DNA evidence in an argument about literature
    - You keep trying to ultracentrifuge your siblings in a cesium-chloride gradient to prove your hypothesis about which one is the most dense
    - You’ve had wet dreams about Jacob and Monod
    - You’ve done so many Southern blots that you no longer recoil at the suggestion of a probe
    - You occasionally tell your hairdresser to ‘cleave a little off the 3′ end and supercoil the rest’
    - You get way too excited when your dentist tells you about your plaque… because you want to examine its morphology
    - You spent most of your formative years watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles not because they were ninjas or turtles but mutants
    - And you went crazy trying to figure out what mutagens were in the ooze
    - And you tried to use balancer chromosomes to create a pure-breeding ninja turtle

    Goddammit. My glory days!

    Posted in General | 4 Comments »

    4 Responses

    1. Kim Says:

      Holy freaking jeebus! We really were (are) dorks.

    2. 32-P Says:

      Go on and deny that you laughed at at least half of those.

      (I’m still sad at the ones I don’t get. Who, for instance, were Jacob and Monod? And why were they so great?)

    3. Kim Says:

      I can’t deny it, I laughed to the point of very nearly falling out of my chair. One of my very favorite memories is you and I sitting in the basement of BioSci giggling like idiots putting this list together. :) Sadly, I have no memories of Jacob or Monod, nor do I recall which directional blot doesn’t exist. I do, however, know that telling your hairdresser to supercoil your hair is a bad idea.

    4. 32-P Says:

      Oh, and that’s not even the full list; there were another three pages, I just got tired of typing. Yowza. We wuz dorks.

      Anyway, it turns out Jacob and Monod discovered mRNA and won a Nobel Prize for it. That explains the little shrine I found in my closet the other day…

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