Majorly idiotic responses

I am a biology major and I am applying to medical colleges. I hate admitting it in general. Seriously, I am quite secretive about my name and major in general. Do you know why? Just go on reading.

Idiot: So what's your major.
Me: I study Biology.
Idiot (good response): oh that's awesome.

Idiot (anoying response): Biology is just stamp collection for girls. Mathematics and Physics are the true sciences.

Idiot (bad response): You must have to learn a lot of stuff by heart. There's nothing difficult about Biology; it's a lot of mugging-up. (Me: Why, thank you!)

Idiot (Worse response): Ewww...I hated science. I sucked at it in High School. How can you like it? Do you like it? (Me: Of course not; I am just a masochist.)

Idiot (pretending to be smart): What's your research on?
Me: Well, I work with genes in a plant.
Idiot: Genetics!! Oh, can you clone me?
Me: Well, I could give you cancer...

Things get even worse when I mention the pre-med part.

Idiot (bad response): Oh, my grandmother has [insert obscure disease] and her doctor prescribed [insert obscure medicine/surgery]. I think my doctor is a crook, though. Do you think he's fleecing us? (Me: There's this nice medicine called Potassium Cyanide...)

Idiot (worst response): Dude, can you take a look at my [insert embarrassing organ of your choice]? I think I have a problem... (I usually recoil in horror)

Idiot (really slappable response): Doctors are even bigger cheats than lawyers. They overcharge you and then they kill you! (Ohhkkk....)

Idiot (flattering but stupid response): So what do you want to be?
Me: Umm...perhaps a surgeon.
Idiot: Oh, that's intense.
*looks at me in a new light as if he's seen a halo around my head*
Me: Ermm...I am not a surgeon yet, you know.

The Mojave Experiment

http://mojaveexperiment.com/html/?fbid=gYEj-PQ_jfB#

This is kinda cool. People were asked what they thought of Windows Vista. Almost all said that it sucked. Then, they were shown a new windows operating system called "Windows Mojave" and asked what they thought of it. 94% of the people said that it was amazing. At that point, they were told that it was actually Windows Vista they'd seen. There's nothing called Windows Mojave.

Isn't it typical? People tend to form opinions about things without knowing anything about them at all.

peevish emus and extinct predators

The emu's thoughts may be summarised as follows: "You gloating scoundrel, if it weren't for this cage, I'd fix you. Don't forget that my hugely great grand-daddy was a T. rex who'd chew your entire family up for a mid-morning snack!"

Those who know me well know that I love dinosaurs. One person who probably knows me best calls me a velociraptor. This is one of my favourite images; I took it on my way to a holy shrine in West India. I think this was the first time I ever believed that the birds around us are the last remaining dinosaurs. Their feet look exactly like those of most predatory dinosaurs such as T. rex. In fact, The T. rex is more closely related to birds than it is to a Triceratops. Cool, eh?

Childish Scientist I am.

I am really a child.



In some way, I still find it terribly awesome to be doing really really dangerous stuff; it's absurd. Today, I was making a solution of an antibiotic called chloramphenicol in the lab and, due to the dangerous nature of the chemical, I had to put on a gloves, a mask, and protection goggles.


I just had to take a photograph. Maybe this is just my way of flaunting my work to non-science people. Basically, I am saying: "Ha Ha, you guys aren't awesome enough to do this."

Yes, I am absolutely pathetic.

Well, theoretically....

This is an evil rant.

Have you ever spoken to a geeky creature who looks like he spends the best part of his life hiding from the sun in a windowless room where he spends 16 hours surfing the net? Such denizens of the dark usually are part of three or four hundred different social-networking site, trying to fool themselves into thinking that they are loved by people they don't really give a flying toss about. A common characteristic of this species is the frenetic pace at which they change their profile pictures and favourite quotes section on facebook.

If you walk in on them while they're in the midst of making really scary youtube comments (example: Yo, jojosunlovesmarilynmonroe66, I have done a statistical analysis of the stupidity of your comments and it is apparent to me that your kind needs to be eradicated. Give me your address and I will come and inject you with madcow disease so that you can die after writhing in agony.), they will look at you with bespectacled, bewildered, blinking eyes. Now, I am a strong man at heart and pretty dauntless in general, but I generally recoil out of the room when confronted with that bewildered look. I think I am fair in christening this species as Homo unpleasantus. I am pretty sure that they can't breed with Homo sapiens sapiens anymore.

Well, they irritate me.

One aspect of this extremely creepy species that particularly annoys me is their tendency to begin every reply with the word "theoretically".

I may have miscommunicated previously by lending a sliver of intelligence to the specimen's youtube comment. Usually, they come equipped with imaginative grammar; are physics/computer science/maths geek-wannabes; believe that their squalid taste in art renders them on a higher plane than everyone around them; and are basically destined to be punched violently in the throat. I am sorry; they're usually complete morons who suffer from an everest sized delusion of grandeur with respect to their intellect. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that they tend to begin all their answers with the aforementioned word.

Examples:

Me: What time is it?

Homo unpleasantus: Theoretically,....


Me: Why did the chicken cross the road?

HU: Theoretically,...the copenhagen interpretation of quantum electrodynamics states...


Would you like strawberry or vanilla?

Theoretically...


What's your name?

Err...basically,....but theoretically....


May I punch you very violently in the throat and then proceed to jump up and down on your limp form on the floor?

Theoretically,...


Yes, they are incapable of beginning a sentence without their favourite crutch: "Theoretically,..." I can't stand this anymore. Theory doesn't figure in your selection of ice-cream or your desire to avoid being beaten to within a femtometre of your life. Someone needs to do one of two things: round them up and treat their addiction to this word or punch all of them damn hard in the throat so that they're, theoretically, never able to say theoretically again.

Really random thought about thinking

I do my best thinking in the bathroom.

Today, a thought struck me in the Writing Centre's rather decent lavatory: why do we hold our chins while thinking. Here are two examples.



I don't think putting our hands there helps the brain work any better. I asked my fellow tutors and they said that it probably made people look smarter. That's circular logic in my opinion. People put their hands on their chins while thinking; intelligent people think a lot; therefore, being seen with your hand on your chin seems intelligent.

Personally, it looks ridiculously pretentious. Ever seen a really bad author picture on the back flap of a book? I mean, this guy writes a puny little essay on Shakespeare's work and feels entitled to throwing in a picture with his chin resting on his right hand as he gazes stoutly at the horizon while considering the complexity of the cosmos. It's really ridiculous.


While I am asking random questions, I think I'll ask another one that struck me today: can we milk whales? Think about it; it might be the solution to world hunger and the whale extinction problem. A blue whale is 77m long! I am going to search assiduously for the answer now.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

update:

I found the answer to the Blue whale question on http://school.discoveryeducation.com/schooladventures/planetocean/bluewhale.html

"A blue whale's milk supposedly tastes like a mixture of fish, liver, milk of magnesia, and castor oil. Bleech! But it's very rich and nourishing for baby blues. A baby blue whale drinks over 50 gallons of its mother's milk in a day. In its first several weeks of life, it gains 10 pounds an hour or a little over 200 pounds a day!"

And that's why we don't milk Whales instead of the comparatively puny cows.

Escape from Dubai

I think these videos speak for themselves. Unfortunately, you have to be bilingual in English and Hindi to fully understand what's going on. Basically, my mom decided that it would be a great idea to make a video recording just before I went to the airport to return to New York. My dad is featured in an embarrassing state of undress and my mom is caught chastising me for plotting against my brother. I am seen doing precisely what I did for the entire month I spent in Dubai: removing mattresses and the bed sheets from the floor. Still, it's a peek into my domestic life if you're interested.