I wanted to send you a link I think you would like, about these wacky microplants - though maybe you’ve seen it before on scienceyoucanlove if you follow that blog - but Tumblr won’t let me put a link in an ask. Maybe I’ll put it on my blog or something. Anyway, I hope you are having a great day.
WOW. YOU CAME OFF ANON. NO ONE EVER ACTUALLY LISTENS TO ME WHEN I SAY THAT.
WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY TO BE ALIVE
I’m biomedical, more focused on biomechanics/GM. I figure gaining some specialisation in nanotech wouldn’t hurt, either, but I’m still waffling on that. Sometimes I forget that I originally started out in astrophysics and aerospace back as a first year undergrad, but then I see something like “Challenges in Thermofluid and Mechanical Systems” or something and it really is just like “…”
That thesis line really hit me in the heart doe. I knew exactly one AM dude (and the last time I heard from him he was interning at Microsoft and applying for a quantitative modelling position with Raytheon), and we were sworn
frenemies rivals by virtue of being what seemed like the only two negroes ever to have overlapping maths classes together in the entirety of all the STEM colleges.
…So, I guess by way of the transitive property, you and I, we are now enemies.
I was going to make some corny joke about how you’d fill my head with so much hot air that I’d float into the mesosphere and die, but I’m still not over Dany crowd surfing the POSea in the GoT finale.
but really though I have some really heavy asks right now and they probably think I’m ignoring them but I’m not. I just want to give proper answers that my brain is too scrambled to formulate rn WHY WOULD AN FBI AGENT ADMIT THEY ARE WITH THE FBI.
Why don’t you say hi, Anon? I’m not scary, I promise.
I can make you feel more than “good,” Vivienne.
Sure, I’ll have a look.
…You know, when I was a kid, I used to think the word “flattered” was the same as the word “flattened,” or at least associated the two, so every time I heard it I always envisioned a person getting squashed under a pile of flapjacks.
And now I’m conflicted, because this message is really touching, but also I hate pancakes.
IS THIS THE FBI