You say this, but I once was trying to cook a meal in my grandmother’s house and discovered that her peeler was incompatible with my body: it was left handed and I am not.
For some reason, I find the phrasing “her peeler was incompatible with my body” delightful. I think it might be because the way we usually talk about this is in terms of “correct” bodies and “broken” bodies, when it is actually just a compatibility issue
“Why aren’t our primers binding? Wait, where the hell did all those alanines come from? God damnit, we’ve wasted that batch now. Did you at least order some new primers from the supplier? Oh, you still need to design them? SOMEONE COULD HAVE HELPED IF YOU’D ASKED”
You say this, but I once was trying to cook a meal in my grandmother’s house and discovered that her peeler was incompatible with my body: it was left handed and I am not.
For some reason, I find the phrasing “her peeler was incompatible with my body” delightful. I think it might be because the way we usually talk about this is in terms of “correct” bodies and “broken” bodies, when it is actually just a compatibility issue
“Why aren’t our primers binding? Wait, where the hell did all those alanines come from? God damnit, we’ve wasted that batch now. Did you at least order some new primers from the supplier? Oh, you still need to design them? SOMEONE COULD HAVE HELPED IF YOU’D ASKED”