Oooooh, sci-fi is cool. If I hold your hand it will impede your typing! Also I am le tired and going to bed in a moment. BUT tell me more please? Your brain is like the pitt rivers museum.
Turgid and dull so far. I have no grip on the protagonist:
A decade: undergraduate (foundation medicine. Biology, bio-chemistry, the specifics of automated instruments. No dissection), post-graduate (general medicine. Anatomy, diagnostics, pitting intuition against potential malfunction of automated instruments, understanding the ethics of your profession, no dissection until half-way through the course), and doctoral specialisation (xeno-genitourinary disease, virus mutation in enclosed environments, dealing with the unknown, sexually-transmitted illness mutation and evolution).
Undergraduate: two girlfriends, one broken heart, one decision to leave this "love" business to the emotionally masochistic arts students.
Post-graduate: Spikey quits, a new room-sharer arrives, and Dave doesn't bother learning his name for five years. They fail to argue over anything, which, Dave thinks, makes learning a name somewhat redundant.
Doctoral: one girlfriend, one broken heart, one resolution reaffirmed, a string of one-night-stands, and one postural deficiency developed as a result of too many hours staring blankly at his own notes, trying to decipher what he meant by "B-14-3-7H???", a mystery which is never solved.
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Date: 2010-02-15 09:30 pm (UTC)A decade: undergraduate (foundation medicine. Biology, bio-chemistry, the specifics of automated instruments. No dissection), post-graduate (general medicine. Anatomy, diagnostics, pitting intuition against potential malfunction of automated instruments, understanding the ethics of your profession, no dissection until half-way through the course), and doctoral specialisation (xeno-genitourinary disease, virus mutation in enclosed environments, dealing with the unknown, sexually-transmitted illness mutation and evolution).
Undergraduate: two girlfriends, one broken heart, one decision to leave this "love" business to the emotionally masochistic arts students.
Post-graduate: Spikey quits, a new room-sharer arrives, and Dave doesn't bother learning his name for five years. They fail to argue over anything, which, Dave thinks, makes learning a name somewhat redundant.
Doctoral: one girlfriend, one broken heart, one resolution reaffirmed, a string of one-night-stands, and one postural deficiency developed as a result of too many hours staring blankly at his own notes, trying to decipher what he meant by "B-14-3-7H???", a mystery which is never solved.
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Date: 2010-02-15 07:05 pm (UTC)Also YAY NCIS!
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