Seriously, it kills me when I see people hold scientists up as pinnacles of logic and reason.
Because one time the professor I was interning for got punched in the face by another professor, because mine got the funding, and told the other professor his theory was stupid.
This same professor told me to throw rocks to scare the “stupid fucking crabs” into moving so we could count them properly.
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I have witnessed:
Two professors hiding around a corner and snickering, “Shhh, here she comes!” While a female professor approached and, when she finally found them, she proceeded to scream while pointing from one to the other, “You! I called your office but you weren’t there! So I tried to call YOUR office to figure out where HE was but YOU weren’t there!”
Two grad students standing outside a closed and locked door yelling, “Come out of the damn office. You haven’t left for days. If you didn’t have a couch in there I’d be concerned as to where you were sleeping!”
A religious studies professor apologizing for being late to class because, “security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit”
Watched a professor snort the results of my experiment to determine if I had the right final compound.
Two archeology professors toss priceless fossilized teeth back and forth in an attempt to figure out who is smarter by “guessing the type of tooth and species of animal before it lands”
Multiple fully degreed individuals throw dry ice at one another in an attempt to be first to use the lab/get that piece of equipment/or change the iPod song.
A genetics professor build furniture out of stacks of paper and planks of wood because she is that far behind in grading papers/responding. One of the impromptu furniture pieces housed a fish tank.
I could go on but I think that covers the larger portion of the insanity…
Every time it comes around on my dash, it gets better.
Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers.
and my U.S. History teacher was trying to get us to understand why it was such a big deal that England had put a tax on colonial sugar, and he goes,
"What if you had to pay a tax every time you logged onto wifi?"
And the whole class just went
and I heard at least two people whisper “I would murder someone”
I will keep reblogging this in the name of historical science
I want a story about Brooklyn residents and their POV after Steve moves back and is an Avenger and fighting and then coming home to Brooklyn and everyone simultaneously unphased and blasé but also alternately super protective and proud of their hometown hero.
And like Steve is just there and he’s a neighbor and a helper and a participant in block parties and spaghetti dinner fundraisers and checks in on the elderly and carries boxes and furniture for people and helps with neighborhood watch and teaches self defense classes and speaks at the schools.
And when he’s fighting and the fighting comes to Brooklyn or people are targeting Cap and everyone is like out on the street with baseball bats and yelling and being super protective and Steve is just like what are you doing are you out of your minds go back into your homes and stay safe and the people of Brooklyn are like fuck no, we are going to help you whether you like it or not. This is our home and you’re OUR kid. Brooklyn born and bred, that shit doesn’t leave you. And you’re not leaving US again.
#BROOKLYNITES ACTIVELY STOPPING PAPARAZZI FROM TAKING SHOTS AT CAP WHILE HE’S JUST LIKE IN FUCKING STARBUCKS OR SOME SHIT? #and there’s a pap across the street and this lady with a baby carriage bumps into the pap just as he’s taking his shot #”not here” she tells him in a quiet voice #and the pap looks around and EVERYONE on the street is giving him dirty looks #home sweet home #captain america #steve rogers #do you ever cry
#this makes me so happy #because then Bucky’s back right? #cripes you think they’re protective of Steve #imagine the collective wrath of Brooklyn whenever someone starts trying to paint Bucky Barnes as a Bad Guy (tm) #like a radio show is talking shi t#and suddenly they are just swamped with calls from angry Brooklyn folks #wanting to know if they like having front teeth (via bonesbuckleup)
The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.
Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.
This is transcendental.
THIS FUCKED ME UP FOR 3 DAYS
don’t go telling me steve rogers and bucky barnes don’t get stalked by random history undergrads asking for exclusive interviews
like they’re completely 100% harmless
just sleep deprived and running completely on coffee and have done nothing but read large…