<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:38:48.503-08:00</updated><category term='Cars'/><category term='Ambition'/><category term='Banter'/><category term='minion'/><category term='Clothing'/><category term='Robots'/><category term='Bar'/><category term='Cow'/><category term='mess'/><category term='Fat'/><category term='Happy People'/><category term='Whimsy'/><category term='Universe'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Recaps'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Season3'/><category term='Recap'/><title type='text'>Our Life as a Sitcom</title><subtitle type='html'>A weekly mission to go to a local bar, have a drink, and talk about what we have learned.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-2352174081544828690</id><published>2011-02-27T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:39:12.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S3E6&lt;br /&gt;What we learned this week:&lt;br /&gt;MapGirl: When things go very wrong, it's your chance to really impress someone.&lt;br /&gt;TheScientists: Open house is fun for all, except TheScientist.&lt;br /&gt;TheArtist: "I'm doing it wrong"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-2352174081544828690?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2352174081544828690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/s3e6-what-we-learned-this-week-mapgirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/2352174081544828690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/2352174081544828690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/s3e6-what-we-learned-this-week-mapgirl.html' title=''/><author><name>TheArtist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763783275535107463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-8008317429146822836</id><published>2011-02-27T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:33:30.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S3E6 - Going to the Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday :The Crew starts crazy-guy diet. Mapgirl takes her car in to have the breaks replaced. The power goes out at home, so TheArtist does laundry. She has a great idea to make felted man-eating bunnies for the next First Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: MapGirl wakes up at 4 am and couldn't get to sleep, blames her stupid circadian rhythm. That night MapGirl and TheScientist go to the Poly meet-up. They meet someone who actually believes that poly people are more evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: MapGirl has a Nuclear drill, one of the 30,000$ switches blows, and half of the computers have no internet. The drill is completed using that old fashioned stuff called paper. TheScientist counts his wires wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: TheArtist goes to the tedious job while TheScientist and MapGirl sleep in, then get "lazy" coffee. A memory technique is practiced, but TheArtist doesn't remember it. TheArtist and theScientist go out for a glass of wine. The WineBar seats are  too small for asses bigger than 12", so they go to FillingStation instead. On their way home, they are goaded into going to see a Canadian Celtic Rock band called Enter The Haggis. A good time is had by all. MapGirl doesn't like fiddles or bagpipes, so she is glad not to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: The Crew kind of breaks their diet a teen tiny bit by going to Indian food with TheFolklorist and TheHistorian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:Freeday. The mag lab has open house, so TheScientist has to deal with kids and the heat all day. MapGirl and TheArtist go to the dog show. There are lots of doggies, but only one Boston and only one Shiba. They think that Minion would really like to do agility trials, Also, they decide that they want to show dogs, Neopolitan Mastiffs.&lt;br /&gt;Later, the Three try to go to lunch at Filling Station because they had a coupon. The place is closed. They also have no hours posted. Shame ,Shame on FillingStation. Will the Crew ever eat there again?&lt;br /&gt;TheScientist goes to game. TheArtist joins him and the Gaming Group for Midnight Pie, and actually have pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-8008317429146822836?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8008317429146822836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/monday-crew-starts-crazy-guy-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/8008317429146822836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/8008317429146822836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/monday-crew-starts-crazy-guy-diet.html' title=''/><author><name>TheArtist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763783275535107463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-7018002364691498360</id><published>2011-02-27T04:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T04:59:23.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We iz sleeping in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EdccFWZ81Q8/TWpKp8pWxsI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wYvaMNgApF4/2011-02-27_07-58-30_722.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-7018002364691498360?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/beefy-banter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/5928460504554318962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/5928460504554318962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/beefy-banter.html' title='Beefy Banter'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-3381703944057953960</id><published>2011-02-20T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:14:57.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S3E5- What We Learned</title><content type='html'>The Scientist- Always go for the Shakespeare joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MapGirl- Sometimes an excuse is excusable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheArtist- People want to buy the Redonkolus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-3381703944057953960?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3381703944057953960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/s3e5-what-we-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/3381703944057953960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/3381703944057953960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/s3e5-what-we-learned.html' title='S3E5- What We Learned'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-7846063349975440194</id><published>2011-02-20T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:08:13.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recap'/><title type='text'>S3E5- Lungs labors lost (always go for the bard canard)</title><content type='html'>Monday- Valentines Day.  Thus we stayed home and mutually devoured a heart shaped steak.  And the Artist started a new job where she supports ball fondling on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- TheScientist gave a talk about the things that you can do to aluminium with arsenic which killed, well not literally. It did do so well that his advisor made the point that the bar was lower then that.  He also went to see True Grit.  The MapGirl developed a cough and having been warned to go in if that happened by a call from the ER yesterday, she went to see the doctor.  She got her shoulders fixed and found out that she had pneumonia.  She went home with cough drops and a script for antibiotics to sleep.  TheArtist worked double duty, her first day at the webmines combined with numbered ball expressionism.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- TheMapGirl decided to put off the exam of doom, a delay of six months. And then she slept and watched a whole season of a reality TV show, she no longer recalls which one.  The Artist worked another day of double duty and the whole gang piled on the couch for intensive snuggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- The Artist went off for her last day of double dipping.  TheScientist was having glory in the lab and worked late.  The MapGirl went around and collected paperwork to make the delay official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- TheArtist exhausted by the long days slept in.  TheArtist and TheScientist had chili and other random things at the house of science. TheMapGirl went back to work and got stuff updated she also had a new x-ray and discovered she was cured of the pneumonia.  Then we met up with the usual suspects at the adorable but possibly a little too hip local brew pup.  Cheese and beer was had.  Then we went out for pizza and bell peppers were redeemed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- MapGirl made breakfast and then stubbornly executed her plan of reading horrible historical romance fiction and becoming one with the couch.  TheArtist watched made for TV syfy movies and began matting hair in the form of man eating bunnies. TheScientist successfully made contacts. (no not people, the other kind) and then they watched a lot of the first season of Glee.  Then the Scientist went to larp in the woods with two bombers of Belgian Beer.  Later he met up with TheArtist and her fellow ball idolatrous for drinks and now somehow they are all planning recap this performance later with Kilts. TheArtist also sold two redonklous shirts and is considering getting them printed professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Waking late our heros went to eat crapes stuffed with things.  Then they went home and engaged in vigorous viewing of Glee and plotting of the latest crazy diet experiment including the dire process of figuring out exactly how fat they have gotten since the last time they engaged in following a pity but possibly insane eating plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-7846063349975440194?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7846063349975440194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/s3e5-lungs-labors-lost-always-go-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/7846063349975440194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/7846063349975440194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/s3e5-lungs-labors-lost-always-go-for.html' title='S3E5- Lungs labors lost (always go for the bard canard)'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-368935851924735712</id><published>2011-02-13T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:49:28.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we Learned - Season 3 Episode 4</title><content type='html'>Puppies Cannot Make Muffins&lt;div&gt;It is all about the Strain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get Chibi Shark Angry, You wouldn't like Chibi Shark when he is angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not cook the soap overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get functional first, pretty can come later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-368935851924735712?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/368935851924735712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-we-learned-season-3-episode-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/368935851924735712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/368935851924735712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-we-learned-season-3-episode-4.html' title='What we Learned - Season 3 Episode 4'/><author><name>TheScientist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05290401715230144343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-2077887863811837470</id><published>2011-02-13T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:36:25.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S3E4 The week where in little difference is found between the emergency room and a sleazy hotel</title><content type='html'>Monday,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Artist had her first Monday in a long time where she didn't have to get up for work. Much celebrating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; and by celebrating I mean people slept in. The Scientist got a sample working nicely at the lab and the Map girl struggled with making a hurricane model model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening we all sortied out to the Black Monday Society. During dinner we were all seated with an adorable and mouthy redhead, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scientist&lt;/span&gt; has been resisting the urge to say "oh Buckets" now as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expletive&lt;/span&gt;. The meeting was fun with valentines delivered by the map girl while the artist prepared designs for the scientist to inscribe into people with high voltage. A good time was had by all, with the artist getting an angry bird drawn on her, and there is now a mouthy redhead using a picture of a heart shaped scar on her shoulder as her Facebook photo. As a consequence the scientist is expecting fame and fortune to come storming in any time now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Black Monday it was back to the lab for the scientist. Then even later still to the club! After closing out the new goth club the scientist went back to the lab again and worked late into the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work for the artist, there was much sadness and gnashing of teeths.  Big bang theory was watched by the artist and map girl, the scientist worked late again and was very very sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scientist woke up from the last few days of struggle and spent the day remounting his sample and trying to get the static cling out of his electrons using a moist warm place, in this case an oven. Also some carbon films were deposited in using a preposterous refuge from the star wars program. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comcast was called and actually offered to send someone out to try and figure out why we have the lag of the devil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More data was taken, sadly the data while pretty isn't particularly useful like a super model after the zombie apocolypse. Archer was watched in the evening and the Artist found out she was officially working at the lottery.  The Scientist is still waiting for his fortune and fame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Data it's still pretty and vacant but that is the good news, Map girl had a horrible Friday when a presumably pinched nerve in her shoulder sent her to the ER with symptoms suggesting a heart attack. Everyone went to the hospital to sit in chairs and wait with her, once she had an EKG and was found to not be obviously dying the map girl chased both the scientist and the artist out of the ER. The scientist and the artist went to an art opening while map girl waited to be released from the ER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later the scientist and the artist went to the local burlesque show. While the romanian judges remained unimpressed a good time was had by all, even map girl who finally escaped the ER. The highlight of the show inside was when a lovely gay man leaped up and  dry humped one of the ceiling support beams, while out side the highlight was when the scientist striped down to search under the deck at the warehouse for a lost glasses lens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone rested, then there was Darksun. During the Darksun game the scientist lost his rogue who fell to a foe that can only be referred to as "Gritfist". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging, that kinda sums it. Well that and the scientist is trying to prepare a talk to explain why AlAs based quantum wells are awesome. To sum up that talk: it's all about the strain, yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-2077887863811837470?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2077887863811837470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/week-where-in-little-difference-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/2077887863811837470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/2077887863811837470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/week-where-in-little-difference-is.html' title='S3E4 The week where in little difference is found between the emergency room and a sleazy hotel'/><author><name>TheScientist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05290401715230144343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-3112662416200541539</id><published>2011-02-10T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:38:38.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>80's Banter</title><content type='html'>"What &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; we watching?"&lt;br /&gt;"Music video's from the 80's you know, back when they had music videos"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! I thought it was Adult Swim or something, I kept waiting for you know.."&lt;br /&gt;"The punchline?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-3112662416200541539?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3112662416200541539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/80s-banter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/3112662416200541539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/3112662416200541539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/80s-banter.html' title='80&apos;s Banter'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-5280831535917594007</id><published>2011-02-10T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:21:41.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banter</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Of course there is a couch, its a sitcom. That is the sitting part!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-5280831535917594007?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5280831535917594007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/banter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/5280831535917594007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/5280831535917594007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/banter.html' title='Banter'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-5125389044630391760</id><published>2011-02-09T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:07:16.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>Paws for Banter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like minion puppy tried to make muffins, but he is not so good at the baking part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EdccFWZ81Q8/TVMsMixKevI/AAAAAAAAAgk/m8aySbQUzpg/2011-02-09_19-04-18_170.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-5125389044630391760?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5125389044630391760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/paws-for-banter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/5125389044630391760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/5125389044630391760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/paws-for-banter.html' title='Paws for Banter'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EdccFWZ81Q8/TVMsMixKevI/AAAAAAAAAgk/m8aySbQUzpg/s72-c/2011-02-09_19-04-18_170.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-5081484971751035636</id><published>2011-02-06T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:56:09.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock, The One We Push - S3E3 -</title><content type='html'>Monday- The Scientist is out of cold juice so he sleeps in, MapGirl  gets him at lunch. After work the Artist and Mapgirl go to  goodwill for half price day, they find a few things but then see the  check out line. They decide that nothing is that awesome, so  when the Scientist shows up they just leave. They head to  Panera for dinner and grab the only available table. As they  sit down they become aware of two girls at the next table. One  is talking. A lot. It seems she didn't get selected for  leadership of some Christian organization and wants to know why she  isn't considered leadership material. She says no one will tell  her and it is so VERY tempting to so explain "You are annoying and  self-obsessed, no one is putting you in charge because you don't appear  to care about anyone else."We restrain ourselves with great difficulty and go to club Publix where we run in to a friend while the  Scientist has out a Cosmo to explore 75 dirty tricks for your man. Then we get crock pot bag and a LOT of meat. By a lot  we mean about 10 pounds each of pork and beef. There was a  sale. Then we headed home to watch some tv and marinate the  meat in the crock pot bags freezing it so it would be ready for the cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Declared by Fermentation to be the 32nd of January. They were voted 32nd, out of every bar in the USA by Barfinder.com, so, of course a Celebration was in order. And Cupcakes. TheArtist and TheScientist both took part. MapGirl had a migraine. But she had told her new boss that she didn't want to hear about his kids, any of them, the day before, so she gets bonus points for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Friday -  Is First Friday. The Crew attend the monthly art event at RailRoad Square with their friends, The Folklorist and The History Professor . The art is mostly mediocre. The best thing there being a caterpillar sculpture living in a BFA studio. The beer and wine at the 621 Gallery is embarrassingly bad.  TheArtist and The Folklorist discuss the possibility of a Historical Reenactment of the Dragoo-Douglas Accord. The accord awarded The Folklorist five slaps to TheScientist whenever she should decide that he deserved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday -Gleekend - The Artist finished the felted portrait of Dayna, the bunny. MapGirl was feeling sick. TheScientist spent the day at the lab, putting a meanderCPW on InGaAs. That evening, TheScientist and TheArtist take Minion to The Ferm for a pre-game drink with The Folklorist and The History Professor . Minion is a hit, as always, especially with the ladies. The Artist goes home, while the rest go to stand out in the cold rain for four hours. Later that night, the entire Crew have Midnight Pie. VI does no have sweet tea. I believe that is considered a felony in the South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - The Puppy Bowl. Ferm was showing that other Bowl, so we sat outside and ate free hotdogs and chips and Nacho cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we learned this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist learned : The Hero is a Goat; This has been the week of futile measurements. ThScientist has been pushing The Rock up a hill, but it looks like the hill will be lowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MapGirl strongly requests of all you Divas: Don't showboat the National Anthem; just because you are the one singing doesn't mean you are the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheArtist has discovered that : There is a portal to TadjaLand and the Black Eyed Peas have gone through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-5081484971751035636?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5081484971751035636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/rock-one-we-push-s3e3.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/5081484971751035636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/5081484971751035636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/rock-one-we-push-s3e3.html' title='The Rock, The One We Push - S3E3 -'/><author><name>TheArtist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763783275535107463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-2533329585745826277</id><published>2011-02-03T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:56:15.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypptian Banter</title><content type='html'>"Are you egyptian?" Asked the woman behind us in the grocery store line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, but today I think we all might be a little bit egyptian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Regardless of the official policies and what our leaders say I think part of being american that every time you see a democratic uprising some deep cultural memory or sense of history kicks in and part of you is there too"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-2533329585745826277?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2533329585745826277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/egypptian-banter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/2533329585745826277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/2533329585745826277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/egypptian-banter.html' title='Egypptian Banter'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-5564328034270235212</id><published>2011-02-01T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:22:45.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ambition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universe'/><title type='text'>Universal Banter</title><content type='html'>Just who does tthe universe think it is anyway?  Everything we can see and mesaure which is terribly conceited of it.  Being a nice solar system or if you have a bit of ambition a galaxy is good enough for everything else, but the universe just has to go around being everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-5564328034270235212?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5564328034270235212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/universal-banter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/5564328034270235212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/5564328034270235212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/universal-banter.html' title='Universal Banter'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-8571721585004018697</id><published>2011-02-01T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:17:53.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whimsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>Whimsical Banter</title><content type='html'>Whimsy is what happy people do with excesses capacity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-8571721585004018697?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8571721585004018697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/whimsical-banter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/8571721585004018697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/8571721585004018697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/02/whimsical-banter.html' title='Whimsical Banter'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-656810502652452055</id><published>2011-01-31T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:11:54.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>Fashion</title><content type='html'>I realized today one of the things that really wierds me out about women's fashion is most of the designers are gay and people are cool with that. It seems to me that having a gay man design clothes for a woman is kinda like having a vegan do the ads for your steakhouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-656810502652452055?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/656810502652452055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/01/fashion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/656810502652452055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/656810502652452055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/01/fashion.html' title='Fashion'/><author><name>TheScientist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05290401715230144343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-2229431601621530580</id><published>2011-01-31T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:09:12.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>Time travel</title><content type='html'>If I was forced to go back in time, start over in science, and do something different it would be awesome to actually study why the hell people get fat. It's not a character thing, fuck losing weight makes kicking heroin look like easy sauce, it's a biology thing and it would be awesome to study what is actually going on versus the narrative people always associate with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-2229431601621530580?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2229431601621530580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/2229431601621530580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/2229431601621530580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-travel.html' title='Time travel'/><author><name>TheScientist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05290401715230144343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-722634813930919500.post-213423078723322903</id><published>2011-01-30T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:03:44.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>Banter Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Cops and Taxi Drivers have the same need in cars, getting people in and out of the back seat easily.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-213423078723322903?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/213423078723322903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/01/banter-breakthrough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/213423078723322903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/213423078723322903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/01/banter-breakthrough.html' title='Banter Breakthrough'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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human heart, in fact they are better then us at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can go after the big dog, but remember he can still pee on your head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-1478711238283508210?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1478711238283508210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-we-learned-season-3-episode-2-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/1478711238283508210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/1478711238283508210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Season 3 Episode 2 - The Not So Easy Bake Oven</title><content type='html'>Monday opens with MapGirl recovering from a&amp;nbsp;migraine&amp;nbsp;so the Scientist takes her in to work, she pays him off for this with breakfast. Later the Scientist can't get his giant fancy easy bake oven to work and MapGirl celebrates her victory over a really offensive polyamory survey. &amp;nbsp;The Artist struggles to make on demand work and nurses her back which she hurt jumping off the back stoop using a rice bag heater that the small dog is inexplicably frightened of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday the small dog goes in for his last shots and his biggest fan spots him in traffic making her morning&amp;nbsp;commute&amp;nbsp;unexpectedly brighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday is full of fail for the&amp;nbsp;Scientist&amp;nbsp;and MapGirl sees the doctor to figure out how to address the migranes, then goes to derby to fill out paperwork. The Artist goes to see the hippy chiropractor who jumps on her and fixes her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday- &amp;nbsp;finds MapGirl in CPR class, the&amp;nbsp;emphasis is all about the robot shock and leaves her skate bag on the pourch so a girl she has not met can use them while she can't. &amp;nbsp;The Artist goes to knitting circle where she felts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday- The Scientist makes the polyamide work. &amp;nbsp;Afterwork they go to FermMart and buy all of the Hebrew Jewbulation Vertical Epic left in stock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday- MapGirl takes a practice multistate bar exam. &amp;nbsp;Then the whole crew packs up the small dog and goes to a fundraiser given by Derby for cervical cancer. &amp;nbsp;Fun is had and the dog is admired, but once again we forget that we must travel with plastic bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Scientist goes to a Larp and the Artist watches 80's pop divas battle huge animals on SyFy original movies. &amp;nbsp;Later at midnight pie the group creates sockpuppet versions of syfy movies along with a game warden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday is a relaxed day but MapGirl reviews her answers from the practice exam and discovers she knows no contract law or&amp;nbsp;evidence. &amp;nbsp;Later both dogs go to the dog park with the Artist, the Liberian and the Historian. &amp;nbsp;The bigger dog runs hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/722634813930919500-3080492938944763582?l=asasitcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3080492938944763582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/01/recap-for-season-3-episode-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/3080492938944763582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/722634813930919500/posts/default/3080492938944763582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasitcom.blogspot.com/2011/01/recap-for-season-3-episode-2.html' title='Recap for Season 3 Episode 2 - The Not So Easy Bake Oven'/><author><name>MapGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068836250528860548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
