(I am being addressed familiarly by the Mod of my Forum, and an Administrator.
Must not panic - must not panic - will not blush…
Or fart - (NOOO!)
Think of small talk… quick…)
Uh, did you ever hear about the case of the victim who was killed with a three-pronged music stand? I’m not joking. Saw it presented at one of those conventions I described. It was inserted under the neck.
A vital lacuna in the presentation was whether it was in response to the music.
I’ve never heard of brass instruments being used in death and destruction…
(looks around - hears silence - backs away slowly, waving frantically, with fixed smile in place on lips. Farts and blushes as she dashes from room)
(Strikes pose, with cape blowing) But not too late for… Justice!!!
And then somebody is convicted, and you end up taking care of 'em.
Saw one of your reasoned replies in some General Question this morning - had my usual mental response, which is, I couldn’t have said that; thank God QtM did.
By the way, ever since I started seeing your name, it has bothered me that I am unable to remember the chapter quote or the book of the Lensman series in which E.E. “Doc” Smith addressed you. Your name adorns the end of a quote which WILL NOT come to mind.
Cite?
Gratefully,
Gabriela
P.S. How do you find the family doc’s car in the parking lot? Look for the 20 year old Rambler missing one hubcap with payments still due. How do you find the orthopedic surgeon’s? Look for the Mercedes with the coloring books on the dashboard…
Yes Bass’es Athropology Research Field was an olfactory sensation. The floaters were not that bad really, with all the bloating they never seemed real, more like a twisted stay puff marshmellow man. Now, the bodies that cooked in the truck in 90 to 100 degree tennessee heat… ick that could knock you back the first few times.
No worries about swelling my head… is a long running joke.
How to stab people? well I have (and do) teach classical fencing. Finally after all these years I have a local high school interested in maybe letting me teach an after hours class as an alternate PE credit.
To finish the Gaps about Osip… I also burn things (sandcasting bronze, brass, silver and Aluminum. Durring the day I am a locksmith.
I get to break into things, stab people,and burn things and not worry about potential jail time
Waving to gabriela – hi! I’m your first fan. I deeply enjoyed the falling from the balcony thread, which I offered up for Threadspotting. So I’ve been on to ya since you first stopped by!
I am sorry I have not had time to respond to my own thread. I worried this might happen when I signed up from home. Oh well. Last bump just to answer Osip, and give it up.
The smell of the Bass bodies isn’t the whole story. The entomology is.
Hey, we were once at an AAFS meeting (those conventions I mentioned) and for some reason the organizers had thought fit to book it at a Disney resort. The poster sessions were just a hallway off the registration desks, and eight-year-old kids were always running in and looking around with big eyes at the pictures of death and mayhem. Their parents would drag them out aghast. The kids weren’t aghast.
Well, there was this lovely little thing like a cross between a pool and a hot tub, suitable for soaking ten or fifteen adults, only you couldn’t drink your beer in it by Disney rules until all the children had gone to bed. So we called in the forensic entomologists to chat with the Bill Bass people about “maggot mass”. In ten minutes we had the pool to ourselves.
Of course, the children weren’t leaving voluntarily…
Sepaking of that, gabriela, do you have the concept of “dinner conversation.” My parents both have medical experience - but still my mother insisted on avoiding “gross” topics for dinnertime.
What a crock. (One of the pleasures of college life: Watching to see who comes over to listen or runs in horror when you and your classmates talk pathology or microbiology…)
Welcome gabriela! I popped into this thread because it looked interesting… and now I feel ever-so-slightly sick, but I can’t look away! I keep getting this creepy feeling in my hands, though, after reading the description of “degloving”…bleah!!!
I am way too wussy and squeamish to do what you do, but it fascinates me.
But “lying about” comes in stages. “Known to some intimates but not to all people in his/her circle”. “Known to everybody in his/her circle but not to police.” “Known to everybody in the fricking world except to us. SURPRISE!”
People who successfully hide their gender for an entire lifetime must be rare; I’ve never seen one. You’d have to never get a medical exam, never be in the military, never be shot. Rare in today’s world. And what for?
So who are the real legends of the forensic pathology world, the ones who all freshly qualified newbies want to emulate and surpass?
I remember reading the autobiography of Sir Sydney Smith when I was a kiddie, and finding it fascinating*. Is he one of the Great Pioneers of Poking Around In Dead People or just an also-ran?
*My English teacher was less impressed with me bringing it in for reading hour at age 9 or so, but there ya go. Not my fault he was a dullard who couldn’t appreciate a good book.
