Look everyone, I'm a scientist. Conducting research.
Aren't I a natural, leaning into the microscope so quizically. Hmm, interesting. Interesting indeed... I shall write this into my lab notebook.
Thanks to my scientist colleague Patrick, I am looking at HeLa cells, the most famous cells ever.
Patrick knew I was on a mission to see these little babies in person after The Immortal Life Of Henrietta Lacks came out, so he was all, "Hey babe, I got those cells you wanted to see." And I was all, "Meet you in the lab, babe."
(Because Patrick and I are friends in a sweetly condescending way.)
Then he told me why he needed the HeLa cells:
"We're looking for mutant protein something-something, so we can transfect the cells to see something-something; and then if we can get the aggregate to something-something, then we'll understand how it impacts the genome, gene by gene, something-something."
Which sounded very interesting but mostly what I heard was "blah-blah-blah" because, "Ooh, neato! Cells! And they move if you stare at them long enough!"
Then I think Patrick mentioned replacing the cell's catalytic converter and fixing the Johnson rod, but who knows... I was busy considering the medical impact of these microscopic blobs, which have provided the building blocks for countless breakthroughs, including the cure for polio, AIDS treatments, gene mapping, fertility and our understanding of viruses.
My desk is only about 20 feet away from this spot, so basically if Patrick discovers any breakthroughs, I will be right there.
God I love science.
This is Patrick looking at the same cells. He doesn't look nearly as science-y as I do.