bornrich again. For the limp-wristed fop who wants to impress the girl by being physically incapable of pulling out a champagne cork. I'm sure it will sell real well.
Of course, my own preferred method of smashing the tops of wine bottles with the nearest blunt object doesn't seem to be impressing the females much either.
Why is it that after reading the last few of Sergej's comments, I now imagine some grizzled, tree-trunk of a fellow with worn steel toe-cap boots, a red plaid shirt and a large thatch of a beard?
Possible standing at the porch of his woodland home, with one foot raised on a tree-stump used as a chopping block. Possibly smoking a pipe.
...Of course, the fact you're posting comments on a blog pushes my inner vision somewhat off-kilter. I now imagine said woodsman sitting at a solidly-built pine desk in his hearth-heated home, tapping away delicately at an Apple Netbook.
Hehe. Close. Born in USSR, grew up in Michigan. Master's in computer science. Practice a martial art and lift weights, but know enough about art to have preferences---lately Rachmaninoff, Brahms, Leonardo, Tennyson. Presently doing biotech in Connecticut, where simple words like "nort" get several extra syllables added to them and become "nuourth".
The axe was accurate up until a few months ago, when work forced me to move away from Minnesota. Oh jaah, up in da nort of Meeneesoota we had axes, you betcha!
Maybe I should apologize. My vision of Sergej's appearance was more along the lines of that guy from James Bond who clenches his fists upwards and yells "I am invincible!" Actually, it was more of a joke than an actual comparison. The blog photo is kind of similar, with a small beard.
Well, gentleman, sorry to disappoint, if disappoint I do. At any rate, at least a non-empty subset, possibly improper, of the self-description is accurate. (I.e., I am not making it all up).
The important thing, since I'm doing biotech, is to be one of the heroes of the motion picture rather than a random lackey. For when the mutated hell-beastie escapes from the lab. Principal characters, if they end up as beastie-chow, at least do not do so screaming and throwing themselves over railings, possibly while being on fire. It's in the contract.
NOW can we get on that cure for cancer?
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bornrich again. For the limp-wristed fop who wants to impress the girl by being physically incapable of pulling out a champagne cork. I'm sure it will sell real well.
Of course, my own preferred method of smashing the tops of wine bottles with the nearest blunt object doesn't seem to be impressing the females much either.
Why is it that after reading the last few of Sergej's comments, I now imagine some grizzled, tree-trunk of a fellow with worn steel toe-cap boots, a red plaid shirt and a large thatch of a beard?
Possible standing at the porch of his woodland home, with one foot raised on a tree-stump used as a chopping block. Possibly smoking a pipe.
...Of course, the fact you're posting comments on a blog pushes my inner vision somewhat off-kilter. I now imagine said woodsman sitting at a solidly-built pine desk in his hearth-heated home, tapping away delicately at an Apple Netbook.
I am pleased by this image. Keep it up, Sergej.
Hehe. Close. Born in USSR, grew up in Michigan. Master's in computer science. Practice a martial art and lift weights, but know enough about art to have preferences---lately Rachmaninoff, Brahms, Leonardo, Tennyson. Presently doing biotech in Connecticut, where simple words like "nort" get several extra syllables added to them and become "nuourth".
The axe was accurate up until a few months ago, when work forced me to move away from Minnesota. Oh jaah, up in da nort of Meeneesoota we had axes, you betcha!
Maybe I should apologize. My vision of Sergej's appearance was more along the lines of that guy from James Bond who clenches his fists upwards and yells "I am invincible!"
Actually, it was more of a joke than an actual comparison. The blog photo is kind of similar, with a small beard.
Well, gentleman, sorry to disappoint, if disappoint I do. At any rate, at least a non-empty subset, possibly improper, of the self-description is accurate. (I.e., I am not making it all up).
The important thing, since I'm doing biotech, is to be one of the heroes of the motion picture rather than a random lackey. For when the mutated hell-beastie escapes from the lab. Principal characters, if they end up as beastie-chow, at least do not do so screaming and throwing themselves over railings, possibly while being on fire. It's in the contract.
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