This is absolutely tragic. The suspect in question is one of those losers who finds their way into academia, in this case as a Yale lab tech. How do so many socially inept and lunatic repressed individuals make it into university in the first place?
A question for the ages. Poor girl, and her fiancee, family and friends.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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Not so fast there, MFT. The lab janitors' social skills are often way out in front of those of the scientists.
Ever met Tecs?
What about my social skills?
On the other hand, my technical skills are somewhat lacking, I must admit. I tried to take a shower this morning, but could not figure out, even after 10 minutes of trying hard, how to turn it on. I ended up calling someone who told me how to do it. Otherwise, I figured I'd really stink after a few days, and my social skills would have gone down the drain, really fast. But I challenge Mr Rot to figure it out faster than I did. I'll wager a 4-pack of Newcastle.
Tecs, I used to work in a physics lab. Pay up.
Ah, but did you learn there how to turn on a shower, or did you just dick around with some nonsensical stringy theory? Hah!
plumbing
It wasn't the plumbing; rather, the electricity. Strange.
Back to the story: clearly, this had to do with those damn killer cellphones: Clark sent a text message to Le early Tuesday, Sept. 8, requesting a meeting to discuss the cleanliness of the cages of the research mice.
No cell phone =>no text message => stay home => no problemo. Ergo.
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