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I feel like that episode should have been more upsetting than it was. As is, I am not mourning.

( I did get teary--for real--at the end there (BSG spoilers!) )

moonlightalice said it best tonight--it's a bad thing when you start cheering for the Cylons--you know, those evil, soulless, eternal, genocidal, God-freak machines. The only harm I wish them is wished upon the one or two models who have had the misfortune to become anything like human. Box 'em. The whole lines of the models that have any problematic individual robots, even. Put Leoben in charge. Get him and the hybrid to reproduce and make the machines more machines. Compared to what I want to have happen even to human characters I like at this point? All hail our robotic betters, y'all. The human prototypes can eat vacuum.

The fallout

Of course, re-reading my earlier post, I sound like a hysterical ninny and wish I'd waited to post until I was just a tired, worn-out, sick one.

( The end of the Spanish Reign )

My lunch smoothed over a lot of the silly freaking out I was doing, as did the well wishings and general shakings of fists at the guy, so thank you all for that. Really, I feel totally ridiculous for spazzing out. It's not something I do, like ever. When we let go of the other post-doc, I was so agitated by the passive-aggressive pullings on each side--"I am mad at him, don't talk to him, just let him leave" "Hey, is she mad at me? What's going on? Why would she be mad?"--I took an early lunch and bugged the hell out and got over it over some Dynasty Warriors. This time, the Spanish guy was making a fuss, shouting about discrimination, et al. and deliberately provoking everyone to either have to defend the fact that they were not the screw up here, or else get them to side with him. My agitation was not helped by a) not really sleeping well the night before, and b) realizing I'm starting to come down with the dreaded whatever that knocked out so many people on our side of the lab. Being caught in the middle is just not fun, even when I'm not really in the middle; I just have to pretend to be uninvolved lest I attract wrath on my head (which is what was giving me conniptions, no doubt--the fear he'd turn his vindictive self-assurance on me as the traitor).

So, I'm at home early, writing this, hoping to hell to leave it behind tomorrow, and just take it easy in case I really do get sick. I'm still distraught at the idea that this guy seriously wanted to steal from us and that he doesn't think he was doing anything wrong. I cannot believe he is so dumb or that he would throw his career away so carelessly. I will keep up on my boss to get her to be sure the people he was applying to know that he was doing so with stolen material. This feels vindictive, especially since I know how final "outing" a plaigerist will be, but really, what choice do we have? Let him get away with it, and he could scoop us (not bloody likely, given his lack of work--or any other type of--ethic) or continue to do shit like this to others. I'm sorry that there's not a second chance for people--I could easily imagine someone as paranoid as my boss taking something lesser out of context and hurting someone substantially--but that's how it has to be such that we can trust the integrity of our science: by maintaining a watchful eye on the integrity of our scientists.

I want to believe in that time that will come where this will be a joke, but I can't find anything funny about someone so recklessly throwing their life away like this. And denying it, blaming anyone and everyone else for it. That's a sad fucking existence.

FLAILING!

There's nothing like a great, angsty bit of show to put behind me a long, awful morning. It even makes being sick a little easier.

( I may die, but I'll get this out before the squees get me (Heroes spoilers!) )

::huggles self:: Delicious episode. Just wondrous.

Okay, now this is not helping

The guy who plays Sylar can also sing.

This does not help Trinity not want to jump his murderous, creepy bones.