We do have an industrial-sized pot of picolinium sulphate.
He'd turn inside out if I put even the tip of a teaspoons-worth in his tea.
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Sat 23 Jul 2011, 11:30,
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The thing is,
Minion and the Prof. hit it off through some highly-charged banter. Minion is a Masters student and told the Prof. "You're lucky I wasn't born twenty years later or I'd have published all of your work."
"Ah," exclaims the Prof. "My career is simply to make your life harder."
"Yeah, you've got a couple of JACS (very high-quality journal), but fuck you, Jeff."
The Prof. then gave minion his platinum card to buy us all a round of tequila with.
I like science a lot more than I did a few weeks ago.
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Sat 23 Jul 2011, 11:35,
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"Ah," exclaims the Prof. "My career is simply to make your life harder."
"Yeah, you've got a couple of JACS (very high-quality journal), but fuck you, Jeff."
The Prof. then gave minion his platinum card to buy us all a round of tequila with.
I like science a lot more than I did a few weeks ago.
Well its quite clear you need to get shot of the minion
before he gets any more powerful and makes more friends.*
* All my advice is couched in the knowledge that I assume academia is run under the same basic rules of succession as Ancient Rome.
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Sat 23 Jul 2011, 11:42,
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* All my advice is couched in the knowledge that I assume academia is run under the same basic rules of succession as Ancient Rome.
I'm thoroughly confused by the "twenty years later" remark.
The minion is twenty years too old to publish the professor's work? Also, is publishing somebody else's work harmful to them somehow? I think I'll just have to accept this as valid banter without understanding it.
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Sat 23 Jul 2011, 11:53,
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