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  • Skepchick in the Office

    I work in an office. As such, it is simply not possible to survive for more than a week without receiving at least three mass e-mail fowards. I received the first one the second day I worked here — it involved the carcinogenic danger of microwaving plastic containers. I clicked “Reply to All” and wrote, “Actually, that’s an urban legend.…

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  • An interlude about last night . . .

    . . . in which I take an evening off from science and skepticism only to hang out with scientist skeptics and talk about science and skepticism. I’ve heard I’m not the only one who feels April is the most vicious stretch of weeks. Pity poor T.S. Eliot, as he probably had no access to the surest cure for a…

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  • Blogging about blogging.

    Blogs ‘essential’ to a good career, reads the Boston Globe headline. Ooh, think I, really? So I read over their points and am now waiting patiently for the fantastic job offers to come rolling in. Don’t get me wrong, I have a great job right now working here in Boston as a writer of copy. A smart girl, though, is…

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  • Drink Brass Monkey, Here’s How You Feel.

    I’m going to set the topical science news aside for a moment to talk about a subject that is very near and dear to me: monkeys. I love monkeys. Just saying the word makes me happy. Monkey. Go ahead, try it now. Monkey. As a child, I always held onto a smug satisfaction as I gnawed on my sesame chicken…

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  • Drink Brass Monkey, Here's How You Feel.

    I’m going to set the topical science news aside for a moment to talk about a subject that is very near and dear to me: monkeys. I love monkeys. Just saying the word makes me happy. Monkey. Go ahead, try it now. Monkey. As a child, I always held onto a smug satisfaction as I gnawed on my sesame chicken…

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  • Sad Happy Sad

    Sad I’d like to apologize to all the readers of Memoirs of a Skepchick. Though I try to enact the highest standards of quality in each and every post, circumstances beyond my control prevent me from performing even the most basic editorial tasks, such as running a spell check, having someone read for grammar, or, you know, fact checking. Thus…

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  • “Phone It In” Saturday

    I’m a bit buried under work right now. Taxes need to be mailed, I have a huge stack of science/skeptical books I’m working through (I can’t help it — I regularly pass by six bookstores and two libraries just going to and from work), a magazine to pull together, eight thousand e-mails to answer, and some other ultra-ninja-secret Skepchick stuff…

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  • "Phone It In" Saturday

    I’m a bit buried under work right now. Taxes need to be mailed, I have a huge stack of science/skeptical books I’m working through (I can’t help it — I regularly pass by six bookstores and two libraries just going to and from work), a magazine to pull together, eight thousand e-mails to answer, and some other ultra-ninja-secret Skepchick stuff…

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