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The Evil Monkey has a Ph.D. in Neuroscience from a southeastern U.S. university. After a postdoctoral nightmare of Inquisitorial proportions, he is currently working in a laboratory and an adjunct assistant professor at a nearby state university.
Scicurious is a graduate student wrestling with a PhD in Physiology at a southern institution. She is a nerd, a geek, and also a dork. And yes, that really is her brain.
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Category: Terrible Poetry
*sings, to the tune of "Oh god our help in ages past" Oh Tiktaalik, transitional form Our fav'rite pseudofish Thy stubby legs and half formed lungs Would make a tasty dish! Great Tiktaalik, make us believe ev'lution does take place...
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Category: Terrible Poetry
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. -Robert Frost Two...
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Category: Terrible Poetry
There was a grad student of yore who had neither office nor door at his desk in the lab, students gathered to gab until he could stand it no more. All this chatting he could not abide for his writing...
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Category: Terrible Poetry
After Lunch I. After lunch, it creeps Death of my motivation the dread Food Coma II. The coma slips in Data wavers on the screen Just to close my eyes... III. No, foul sleepiness! I shall not submit! Hook up...
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I. the lab's dismal air mourning your unborn paper alas, you've been scooped II. lab mates crowd around printed copies fly like birds try to find a flaw III. your data can't die publish you must, or perish find...
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Category: Terrible Poetry
The following poem is dedicated to my labmate, post-doc, and colleague. You know who you are. Boom! How cruel my labmate yesterday Upon my computer screen played dance music, bad 80's style "YOU BEEN RICKROLL'D!" he screamed. At first I...
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Category: Terrible Poetry
To dopamine I. O fair dopamine wondrous molecule, so cool even gets you high. II. Reward, punishment in dopamine highs and lows a complete package III. Tasty dopamine the umami of my brain why can't you hate carbs? IV. Feel...
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Category: Terrible Poetry
With apologies to Lewis Carroll, who is spinning in his grave. 'Twas grad school, and the slithy gels did gyre and gimble on the bench All mimsy was the PCR In front of this lab wench. "Beware the Dissertation!" they...
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Category: Terrible Poetry
From Childhood. Eenie meenie miiney moe Catch your advisor by their toe If they agree to submit your manuscript, let them go eenie meenie miiney moe (Sci and her advisor. You pick who's who.)...
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Category: Terrible Poetry
This poem saw its first incarnation on Twitter, the best place in which to write the short and sweet. But it's now gone through several phases as it lingers in the twilight of my brain: Poem of the Day #2:...
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