I’ve been scanning old hardcopy pictures, and I came across these two. The first one was drawn on a whiteboard in the flat I used to share with Michel, corner St-Marc & Maisonneuve. It was my daily cry of desperation for almost a year, while I was slogging through my labwork. The second one is the first, original, often imitated but never exceeded, wall-o-shame-tm.
God, I don’t miss the lab…
