A very next day post! I must really be thinking, introspecting, retrospecting, inspecting...um not the last one, I guess I got carried away with the spect-ulation.

Mean-imp has been nagging today. Mean-imp made me look up rather random things on the internet. Horrible things, unspeakable things....things that whisper of change and challenge. When, when when, like the good old nosy "aunty" in my neighborhood back in my hometown, in her voice filled with pseudo-concern, will I settle down?
A vagabond, a rolling stone, always searching for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I stick to nothing for long and nothing sticks to me for long. Aha, now I know, I am a piece of teflon! Ooops, sorry DuPont, not teflon, I am a piece of polytetrafluoroethylene. Thank you, mean-imp, for summing up my life. I sure feel useful. Hmmmphhh.

Random thoughts and statements

1. The JIT (look at previous post about Just in Time) conference paper did get through. An acceptance email directed to a Dr. ____ (yours truly) was sent to me a couple of days ago. Now begins the struggle with understanding what was written in the paper to talk sensibly about it. Heh heh.

2. The clean room has been re-christened as the mean room. It has not cooperated with me in the last two months. I hear its HF-drunk (HF stands for Hydrofluoric Acid, you moron, not High Frequency or Hands Free or what have you) voice taunting and mocking me every time I walk in. Everytime I look into a microscope, a banshee-like wail (or is it a witch's cackle?) penetrates the soporific drone of the equipment.

3. The mean-room is also called so, because it causes me to ponder on the Mean-ing of my life. While I wait for things to bake, boil, spin, pump up and pump down, this little imp or angel (I haven't figured out which) inside me, Mean-imp-fully (so I guess I decided it is an imp) keeps tapping me to draw my attention, and then keeps saying "What are you doing? WHAT are you doing? What ARE you doing? What are YOU doing? What are you DOING? You Fool!"