I've been holed up in a small lecture hall for the past 2 days, listening to academics drone on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about their pet project.
Observation #1 about conferences:
- Academics can't speak in public. They drone. They have no social skills to make them interesting.
- People assume that you know just as much as they do about what you're working on. No, I don't know what LC-QTOF-MS/MS means. Intro slides are not wasted
- Powerpoint is the evil. Slides should NOT BE YELLOW ON A BLUE BACKGROUND! Also, it's called a bullet point, not a paragraph mark. Condense what you want to say in a single sentence, don't read your fucking slide.
- The comfort of the seat is inversely proportional to the time you have to spend in it for a session
I have to go back for it. I so don't want to.