I Can Has Intarwebz!

And finally, after what seems like an eternity of begging internet time off my roomie, I have my old PC back out of store and up and running.  It involved bribery and corruption of sorts; mind you, in the end Adam was quite willing to drive down to Portsmouth as it gave him an opportunity to get used to driving a van for when he moves his stuff up from Cambridge.  And I bought him an awful lot of fried chicken.

There's other stuff to write about, but I'll do that in separate posts.

It's What Your Right Hand Is For...

Some may consider this a rather delicate subject, but what the hey, why mince words?  I am going through the motions to see if I am eligible to become a sperm donor.  My first introduction to the Andrology Laboratory at the Queens Medical Center and its facilities were less than impressive.  I was interviewed by one of the staff, given a plastic pot and asked to go into "the other room" to produce a specimen.  To be honest, the room provided was less than, shall we say, helpful.  There was a toilet, a sink, a chair which was covered with a long paper towel, a waste paper bin and a box of gentleman's magazines.  Not magazines of gentlemen.  Alas, thinks I, it's down to the old imagination.  So, I try to get comfortable and take matters into hand.  It took a bit of contortion to get into the right position to eventually aim a sample into the pot. 

The results came back quite quickly; apparently I have plenty of little sperms and they respond well to being frozen.  So now I have a medical to go through just to find out that there are no nasty hidden genetic defects lurking within and then a counselling session.