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I was always a fan of regular seating positions. One of the best things about my family (and there were plenty of good things, don’t get me wrong!) was that everyone knew where we were supposed to sit, and it never changed unless extreme circumstances (i.e., a guest) came about. Otherwise? There was no argument or anything. Only the occasional squishing of younger siblings when said seating positions were not followed.
The graph, for all those who are curious, was a temperature profile from an experiment that I and a bunch of engineers did together in our university days to study heat transfer on some rods of different compositions.
The graph turned out to be not quite useful, since this was the graph before accounting for error, so it had to be redone. Not quite freedom, after all! However, I couldn’t resist using it as a comic.
The program was MATLAB, also.
HAPPY VETERAN’S DAY!
Also, yes. I am totally sporting USA pride here. Still, kudos to all of you foreigners who are or have been in the military!
The weirdest part about evolution is not the fact that we are relatives to apes. At least my mind can kind of mentally grasp this. After all, we are kind of similar to apes, if you squint.
The weirdest part is that, according to evolution, we came from something that probably started off as a microscopic creature, kind of like archaea or bacteria, but even more simple. It’s just odd.
And my brain still explodes when I think that we have mitochondria DNA, in addition to our regular DNA, in each cell. We live in a very strange world.
I used to make the most beautiful chili dogs. If you had seen such a chili dog, you would have had tears in your eyes — it was that beautiful. All this ended when one day the plate seemed a little heavy. I took the plate, which had a quarter-pound hot dog, a can full of chili, and a generous scattering of shredded cheese, to the scale and weighed it. It was over a pound of deliciousness.
After that, the chili dogs became less beautiful and more portion-reasonable. But, occasionally, I’ll still find myself filled with desire for those chili dogs.
After being scared by the dentist one too many times, I sometimes find myself looking up research papers on the benefits of brushing teeth, just so I can feel less annoyed when I stay up too late and then have to brush my teeth. After all, I am preventing heart disease… right?
Most of my most serious conversations usually degenerate into something like this, except they continue much longer. I consider this a blessing.
