I'm All Out Of Love

There are 2 main reasons I'm starting this blog; the first is because I feel a need to one-up Weiyi's blog in terms of anger, and the second is because ctrl-f returned no hits for "racism" in the terms of service. Not that I'm a racist, but, well, many PassFailStudios strips were, so maybe I am. I haven't really written anything since that comic went down, and I'm shaking off the cobwebs.

I've really come to hate on webcomics recently. Penny Arcade, xkcd, et al. just anger me more than entertain. Fuck, even PassFail brings me a bit of shame. I do think we pulled out some funny bits, but the writing isn't good per se. I'm sure I'll revisit webcomic hate in later entries, as my favorite way to maintain the hate is to continue reading and getting angrier and angrier.

But I think today I reached that point of grad school that everyone reaches. What the fuck am I doing here? Coming upon the 5th consecutive hour of sitting at the e-beam lithography machine in the nanolab it dawned on me that I no longer have any passion for science. My career has degenerated to my setting up a machine for 4+ hours to do 12 minutes of actual work. But having recently become the senior member of my lab, I need to stick with it. And that diploma will be mine, for I have seen the future. The other grad student that joined the lab 2 years ago is off fulfilling his dream of playing guitar in a band, and I wish him the best of luck; he's incredibly talented.

We were all told as kids that we could be anything we wanted to be. I'd rather be everything I want to be: paleontologist, astronaut, emperor of a planet of naked beautiful women, drummer, pilot, comic book writer, and movie director all rolled into one. I'd be like Buckaroo Banzai except with better special effects. Until then, I'm stuck as a physicist and (oh god) blogger. And my current music is Ashley Tisdale's cover of Never Gonna Give You Up. Just kidding. Actually, I'm not.