So I work for a medical journal in the medical department  of a university.  Our offices were just relocated to the basement floor under the stairs.  However, since it's the pre-clinical science building around the corner and down the hall are cadavers. The hallway were our office is is full of offices/labs with biohazard warnings.  The office across the hall has a Radioactive materials warnings.  We are also next door to the Frozen Tumor vault.  On top of everything else, around the corner and down another hallway is the Human Eye Bank. The interesting thing about the cadaver hallway is that all the door frames and doors are red which helps you know which direction to avoid.

The cadavers's were creepy, and the biohazard warnings were just unnerving but as the list grows its just silly now. Especially, after my co-worker mentioned something about the moving of severed heads. So of course there are stories to mine from this experience. But right now it's one weird, yucky thing after another and I have no clue what else could show up to make this even wackier.

Oh and I forgot the pre-med students who change into their scrubs in the hallways. I don't need to know if random guys wear boxer briefs, boxers or y-fronts. I don't think the rest of the world need to know that either.

Insane image that just ran through my brain: Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Anderson Cooper making out.

It's thursday and I have Supernatural on the brain and its just bleeding into all my other thoughts in clearly bizarre (yet hot ass) ways.

Yesterday, I go the coolest call ever at work from . . . the CIA. That's right I talked to someone from the Central Intelligence Agency !! Now I've had a brush with the CIA in the past. At my previous job I worked with a woman who use to work for the CIA. None of knew what she did just that she worked for them for 2 years. It was all mysterious and fun throwing out wild guesses at what she did. She used to laugh at alot of them, especially since she was in pushing 50 and though the idea of being some cross of Mata Hari & James Bond to be a riot

I like to play 6 degrees of seperation with myself in the kevin Bacon role and I had 1 degree of seperation form the CIA before but I guess now I have no degree of seperation, how awesome is that?

Degrees of Seperation I have from others:

1 degree from the 90's version of the Mickey mouse club (that includes Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Justin Timberlake, JC Chasez and funnily enough Jessica Simpson)
2 degrees from Christopher Meloni & Richard Beltzer
2 degress from Steven Speilberg
2 degrees from Sugar Ray Leonard
2 degrees from LL Cool J
4 degrees from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (I was in awe when I discovered this)

Try thinking of your own degrees of seperation its kind of cool, and hey the people you met a conventions so totally count but that's a list for another post.

ETA: I just realized the MLK seperation could give me 6 degress of seperation from President Obama through Jesse Jackson. How Bitchin' is that!!

Peter is a snail. Peter is the pet of my best friends daughter. Peter is also pregnant. Well, laid a clutch of eggs that my friend is now trying to find homes for.

I just can't get over the fact that there is a pregnant snail named peter. I'm also wondering who's the father. I have these surreal images of snails on Maury taking paternity tests.

So I'm online reading fanfic online in my family room when I hear this scuffling on the kitchen floor that I know from past experience is my cat (Optimus Prime) darting across the hardwood.

Out of the corner of my eye I see him come into the family room and crouch near the couchwhere I'm sitting. Then I hear this weird crunch. I look over at Optimus an notice has something on closer inspection I see it's a mouse. A dead mouse with this stunned expressing on it's face that can only describe as saying wtf and 3 tiny drops of blood surrounding it on the carpet. Then I realize what the crunch was; Optimus breaking it's back with his teeth.

I've shooed him away from the corpse and while I'm processing the fact that my cat has just caught a mouse in the kitchen and then brought it to me to kill, his tail is twitching excitedly. So I clean up the body and the blood splatter but Optimus keeps darting back and forth from the kitchen to the family room looking for his kill or something else to kill. It was kind of freaky to watch.

What do you do in situations like this? Me, I call my mother and tell her the tale of Optimus Prime big game hunter and she says he's more then earned a nice treat.

I don't which is weirder this or the 5 foot dandelion, but I'm going to save that one for later