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I’ve just spent five minutes staring at an alleged ‘scientific’ explanation of something trying to figure out what it was that was making me quirk my eyebrow just so. I googled the more generic terms being used too, just to be sure on what was being referred to and even then it took another few minutes to work out just what was wrong with the reasoning given: leukocytes aren’t responsible for oxygen transportation. Which I’m fairly sure I picked up from a children’s science magazine called Quest years ago rather than because I paid all that much attention to Immunology as a discipline really.
Once more with feeling, my dears; step away from the hack biology and go home.

Honestly, just go pick up a copy of Roitt, Brosoff & Male’s Immunology (5th Edition) or something. It’s even got pictures to help things along.

Trinity Blood drabble: Para bellum

Continuing on from Contrario and Veritas.
As before, serendipity herit is to blame.

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I just need to find a title for one last snippet I wrote in the morning and then I can round off Shoggoth Day with a bottle of wine and some faux-poutine. I also may need to hunt down a copy of this since I’m developing a penchant for dire Lovecraft-based films. But hey, if Wilbur Whatley can find a girlfriend, anything’s possible.

Trinity Blood ficlet: Correct Form

404 words. 15 for two chaps the morning after. William/Isaak.
University-era socialising. Just what does a genius do in his spare time?

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And a couple of rosé spriters later; I’m done. Joyous protoplasmic conformations and happy hunting all, on this fine Shoggoth Day!