In the next week or so, we’ll be releasing some informal guidelines on a competition to find science’s worst and weirdest field trips.

Put your thinking caps on, polish up those tall tales.  Pretty soon you’ll have an opportunity to regale the world with your stories of fossil collection, star-gazing, butterfly catching, and quite possibly, poop, entrails and mud.  Come back soon for more details.

Do your labmates smell like old socks?  Are you tired of them putting dry-ice bombs behind the door?  Does it seem like you wash all their glassware?

Talk to LabMother.  She is the font of wisdom, the balm to soothe all ills.

If you have a question of lab etiquette, or would like a little advice on oiling the wheels of change, write to LabMother.

Her advice is sound.  Her experience is broad.  She’s seen it all, and only imbibes of the 70% after 4 o’clock.

Explain your problem or need for direction.  Let it all out.  LabMother will guide you with compassion, or laugh at you over N₂O.

[Small print: LabMother disclaims all advice given here.  She has never requisitioned a plasma TV, sailing yacht or Ferrari.  Which is not to say she hasn’t tried.  Nonetheless, she will not advise on the inappropriate use of grant money (for anything less than 15% commission).]

Wisdom from LabMother

Science Hub is still waiting for an audience with the LabMother.  Sage advice coming soon.

Talk to LabMother

What’s your trouble?  LabMother will consider your questions – labmother[@]sciencehub.com.au.