Too cold to play sport..

After the tragedy of eviction from the world cup, life has returned to its usual rollercoaster of craziness.

I spent the last few weeks living in the laboratory, developing a purification process. Crude, but does the job. Except for the methanol vapours in the face part. That really, like, sucks man.

Its been cold in our house so I've been rugged up like the Michelin man:



What is scary is upon searching for a picture of the Michelin man I came across this little beauty:



Hmm. My brother used to call me fatty boombala when I was little (and fatstuff) as I think this is what I used to look like as a child. I'm slowly regaining this title as work takes over my active life. To rejuvenate the athleticism I took advantage of the alchemist's soccer tournament in the School of Chemistry and started a team - the Free Ligands ('cause we are uncoordinated. Stupid chemistry nerd type joke). Anyway, we quickly got knocked out of the tournament, but I got pilfered by other teams and now am a hot trade for chocolate for a variety of teams. This is not to say I play well, as I play crap (but aggressivly crap), just to say that I am woman (hear me roar) and worth more points and there needs to be at least one of these on the field at all times for the team to stay in the tournament. And sporty women in science are not a dime a dozen (or even the metric equivalent). At least I've been taught to really appreciate all those world cup goals instead of screaming at the TV that they never should have missed such a give away opportunity.