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[hnpcc]

My bench looks like it belongs to the Beverley Hillbillies. It has the lab equivilent of a few rusting utes and/or tractors in the backyard, a couple of mangy dogs and a chook roaming free and a half-filled hay barn which is falling down on one side. You can tell I haven't been doing a lot of bench work recently, otherwise there'd be a space cleared in the middle where I could do it. As it is, I've just been dumping things that need doing on it, and now it's almost full.

But, on the other hand, my shoots are starting to root. *snerk*

I should probably be worried that I start giggling every time I talk about rooting shoots, or rooting media, or rooting in general - but then again the Postdoc who sits opposite me started giggling when I was talking about it as well, so maybe it's not that strange.

Childish, yeah, but not strange. ;-)

Comments

[damienw]

it's strange in texas. i have trouble with the cheerleaders rooting for the football team, for example.

in general, your post today is a fount of Australian English that does my soul good. thanks.

[valamelmeo.livejournal.com]

i'm a native of texas, and i've always felt silly saying "root" in any contexts other than "that part of a plant that's below the ground and takes in nutrients" and the odd linguistic use without ever being sure why...

[yes, i realize i don't use "native texan" grammar. i also don't have an accent, a fact which is puzzling considering that everyone else in my family does, except for my paternal grandmother, who has a "chameleon voice" around foreigners]

[hnpcc]

*giggle* I went to an Annual Dinner on Thurs night and at one point in the night the American wife of one of the lab heads started singing "Take me out to the Ball Game" (with accompaniment from various people who'd lived in the US at some stage)[1]. All was fine up until "we'll root, root, root for the team" at which point the rest of us lost it.

Talk about pick the Aussies at the baseball - we're the ones making inappropriate comments and falling off the bleachers laughing at things.

Although I had immense fun saying "Want a root... beer?" to Dean while in Az. ;-)

[1] no, I don't know why, I was on the other side of the room and talking about Zimbabwe and the political situation there at the time. These things tend to come out of nowhere at Annual dinners I find...