Manic Oppressive

Mark,
I hate to break this to you, I really do. But: You Lose.

DNA is short for deoxyribonucleic acid, which is a “chain” (if you will)* of deoxyribose molecules. Deoxyribose has a molecular structure C₅H₁₀O₄, which is precisely 1 oxygen molecule short of ribose. Ribose, incidentally has the molecular structure C₅H₁₀O₅. Notice the number to the lower right of the “O”’s: 5 – 4 = 1. Hence; de-oxy: one less oxygen molecule.

Now, while it is true that I am indeed American Scum, I fail to understand how your lack of understanding on this particular point (even though you have studied this subject for most of your life) is a result of me taking advantage of the fact that English is your second language. I thought that you spoke English pretty clearly, personally. Also, I would assume that if your first language was Tagalog (or Chabacano or whatever) then it would still not permit confusion between “Double” and “deoxy”. The phrase, “Double Nucleic Acid” was incorrect to our discussion, whether or not I am American Scum.

Oddly, the term “deoxyribose” is one of those phrases that translates well, considering that it is generally already in it’s native scientific vernacular. For example, in French, acide désoxyribonucléique, or ADN, carries precisely the same meaning.

So, to sum things up, you really have no idea what you’re talking about, your full of it, you’re talking through your cap, and then you fall back to pathetic personal attacks and try to victimize yourself to win an argument. Well, sorry. Digression with non sequiturs is not going to win an argument with me.

Thanks,
Dylan

Those folks that broke into my neighbor’s car also broke into my car. And cleaned me out.

Seriously, they took everything but the map book, the pressure guage, and the weird thing that a girl left in my front seat.

Everything was:

• About a buck in spare change
• An empty cigarette pack, full of used cigarettes (Hah! Jokes on them!)
• My registration and (outdated) insurance card
• Some minor trash items

I’m not sure what I think of them stealing my registration. I still have my backup copy. This is why they give you two…

But I thank them for cleaning out my car. I couldn’t have done it without them.

If you thought that Finnegans Wake was too easy, give this a shot…

On Friday, there was a damsel in distress at my apartment complex. It seems that someone punched out the window to her car and took some of her things. She had to drive to Olympia, and had a baby in the backseat.

The scary thing is that is a well lit garage that someone just kind of wandered in and brought forth chaos and destruction. But, as bad as the garage may be, it’s not as bad this one.

My water bill for this month included the following sage advice, in all caps.:

Flush toliet only when necessary. Never use toliet as a wastebasket. This will save you 150 gallons of water a week.

I wonder who they had to pay to come up with that, and if they had any benefits. (Dental?).

And for the curious:

Water: $4.67
Garbage: $12.30
Processing Fee: $3.35

So taking my own advice, I would save money by:

• throwing away the bill to avoid the processing fee
• Specifically, into the toliet to avoid the garbage fee

Which would leave only the water portion, which is about half the distance to Tacoma.

During the day I would say that I live in a nice neighborhood. It’s diverse, close to cool things, and generally not close to a war zone.

At night, however, all hell breaks loose and the strangest of people come rolling out of the wood work. For example:

I drive to the gas station a few blocks from my place. Yes, drive. It’s that kind of area. I get there and grab a few things and wait in line, invariably behind someone who is buying 40’s with bummed change, and they just realized that they had enough money for three instead of two, so they gotta run back and grab one. And by the time that you’ve read that last sentence, they have to do it again.

Then I get to the counter, pay for my things, and start walking to my car.

Well, tonight I was headed back to my car when some lady yells, “Hey, HEY!” This one didn’t beat around the bush: “You doing anything tonight? Can I come with you?”

Um. No.

“Can you give me some money then? I’ll follow you home…”

Um. No?

“I’m not from around here, you see… I’m trying to get back to Portland. If you have 10 bucks, I can make it to Tacoma.”

Now, me having 10 dollars and her getting back to Tacoma are completely unrelated. Still, she pressed on. She even offered to “suck it” if I could get her to Tacoma.

No, no thanks.

So then she says, “Well, I’ll just follow you home.” At this point another hapless guy walks up and says, “Hey, which way to the chocolate factory,” which distracted her enough that I was able to get back to my car. With quick, nervous steps. When I looked back at her, she was backing up over the other guy. She was actually going to follow me. Crazy ****.

Thankfully, my car can handle driving over curbs, and I was able to make a getaway.