It's the End of the World as We Know It

I now know why I almost failed 8.01 (freshman physics). I've just spent the last two and a half hours watching the resistance of my compound increase as I befuddling-ly added more carbon black. My parents should demand a refund, because they sure taught me the wrong stuff back at the 'Tute. Did the operators mistakenly load the non-conductive carbon black? Did the loading curve for this polymer suddenly flatten out and take a dive? Am I actually asleep dreaming all of this? Not sure if I am usually this productive while I sleep, but I think I will now mosey on down to the lab to look for agglomerates in a hundred wafer samples of insulation jacket. They look surprisingly similar to little black olives.

At what age does senility set in?

Don't Turn Around

Perspective is everything. Did you ever notice that when you "toot" (this is how my sister and her husband have taught my little niece and nephew to euphemize this bodily function), you don't mind sitting in a cloud of your own fragrant (hey, that's the way it's translated from Chinese) discharge? In fact, some people rather enjoy this experience. Or at least they get a kick out of it. And yet when someone else in your mal odoriferous proximity happens to toot, it's like the most offensive, glare provoking action that person could inflict on you. Or how about when the gaseous by-product of your most recent meal decides to travel upwards instead? As someone who thoroughly enjoys leftovers, I can't say it's the most unpleasant experience. However, I have a proclivity towards the solid version of meal remnants, but if it was really good...well yea. Anyhow, I have yet to meet someone who enjoys sharing a gastronomic rerun that originated from any person other than themselves.

So next time you flash me one of those nasty glances, I'll throw a big grin back your way. Afterall, my mom told me to smile no matter what. =)