...that as soon as I wipe my hands clean of the whole meme thing because surely I have more sophisticated witticisms to share with you, the biggest inspiration to wannabe professional "blobbers" everywhere posts her first one. Meanwhile, my own blob has been without an update for days because I have nothing sophisticated or witty to say.
That's not really true. On Tuesday I sat in on a meeting between two scientists who discussed the intricacies of DNA technology, and I had no idea what in the Sam Hill these people were talking about, and I thought, "Hey, if I blogged about this, I would talk about how even though I dropped out of my high school physics class, I still have to pretend I sort of comprehend what multiplex short tandem repeats are, and I would compare it to when you're spacing out on the phone with a friend and you suddenly realize there's a pause in the conversation that probably means it's your turn to speak, so you snap back with some kind of 'Hmmm. You don't say?' type of remark, and then your friend's like, 'What?' because she wasn't really done, just stopped to catch her breath, so your comment turns out to be the equivalent of expressing snort-nosed laughter right after someone sets you up with, 'So a priest, a duck, and a rooster walk into a bar.'"
See? Witty up the wazoo.