By Brian Thompson
I. The Setup
When Monet Sledge of Lorain, Ohio went in for an ultrasound in preparation for the birth of her first child, I’m sure she didn’t expect to meet Jesus Christ face to suffering face. Personally, I’ve never been able to make anything out of ultrasound pictures. They’re all fuzzy gray blobs to me. Of course, usually the fully formed and exo-wombed child is nothing but a gray blob to me. But even though I have trouble making heads or tails of an unborn baby’s head or tail, I don’t think I’d mistake the gaseous mass for Christ on the cross. read more »
Filed in Amateur Scientist | May 8, 2008
By Brian Thompson
The Setup
My amateur science practice takes up a lot of my free time. Sure, it doesn’t pay anything, and it’s really nothing more than looking at certain aspects of human behavior and snarkily quipping at it, but it takes a lot out of a guy. When I’m not debunking, dismissing, deconstructing, or spending time with my family (in that order), I’m usually sleeping. Or, if my copy of Grand Theft Auto IV worked (thanks a lot, Rockstar Games), shooting hookers with rocket launchers. Which is why I was as surprised as anyone to find myself in a rare moment of leisure contemplating sitting in front of the keyboard and typing a short story about my Dungeons & Dragons character. read more »
Filed in Amateur Scientist | May 1, 2008
By Brian Thompson
I. The Setup
With all the polygamy in the news lately, you’d think creepy cults would be all the rage. Why go to the office every day and pretend to work while you watch people fail at ineptly planned physical stunts? If there’s anything I learned from watching American Beauty (other than the fact that plastic bags are both environmentally disastrous and utterly beautiful to the emotionally stunted) it’s that the 9 to 5 life is, like, prison, man. Better to sit in your garage all day smoking the neighbor’s pot and lusting after your teenage daughter’s freakishly bird-like friend. However, the one downside to living an Oscar-winning life of leisure (aside from being murdered by your Nazi, gun-loving, closeted homosexual, ludicrously unbelievable stereotype of a neighbor) it’s the sudden and crippling loss of income. Maybe the only respite from a long day at the office shilling for the Man is a few puffs of illegal plant life in the evenings, but it’s the Man who’s feeding your habit. This is not a sustainable cycle. read more »