Then there’s things like:
“Passing through the magnetic field, exactly half the electrons went UP, and exactly half the electrons went DOWN”, and classical physics went OUT through the quantum window.

…and Elvis has left the building!

There’s a Monty Python sketch where someone handles a large glass container with a liquid that looked like rosé wine, no context provided.

Out of the blue, some BBC executive or execs wanted to censor the sketch because of “its’ visual depiction of menstrual urine”.

It truly takes some twisted, fucked-up minds to find obscenity everywhere they look, projecting Satan onto everything around them, carrying Satan piggyback even into neutral zones.

Yeah but what about nutkicking, then?

It’s a movie about physics, with characters like Niels Bohr featured prominently, which just so happened to be made for general audiences and it was a hit, by a director whose other historical film was about Dunkirk.

Before these movies were made, the subjects were pretty much obscure to the mainstream. Films like these are regarded as risky for large studios, and it’s widely acknowledged that Christopher Nolan is on the very short list of directors with the blessing to do absolutely whatever they want at large studio scale and budget and that is not part of a franchise. And by “very short list” I mean people like Stanley Kubrick.

The “mainstream” label on Oppenheimer is incidental, after the fact.

Back in the 90s and pre-internet, I knew nothing about numbers stations. One time I borrowed my dad’s hefty portable radio, which he used for listening to Vin Scully doing the play-by-play of Dodgers games, but it was the off-season, so I took it for a few months.

Back then I lived in a cabin right on the edge of my town, and I’m a night owl, so I was utterly alone one night at around 2am, when I came across one of these numbers stations right in the act of doing its’ thing with a robotic female voice, just for a few minutes before regressing to static noise.

The whole experience spooked me, it stayed with me. On subsequent nights I scanned the dial again and again, to see if I could stumble across this thing again, but I never did catch it live again. It was years later that I found The Conet Project website and finally knew what the hell that transmission was about, sort of.

Nancy…
Adam…
Susan…
Nancy…
Adam…
Susan…

If I wanted quality posts, I would have gone over to LemmyQualityPost, dagummit!

As a baseball history buff, for a long time my way of “counting sheep” in bed was:
5 baseball players whose last name begins with the letter “A”,
then “B”, “C”, etc.

When after a few nights I worked my way up to “Z”, I started over, but with a twist:
5 baseball players, whose last name begins with the letter “A”, and who played before 1950.

Then when I made it to “Z”,
5 baseball players, whose last name begins with the letter “A”, and who played after 1950.

No Oppenheimer?!!
Your geek credentials are hereby revoked until further notice!
Or until you atone!

The moment I wrote it, I was hearing it in the voice of Benny Safdie in his first scene as weirdo Edward Teller, in “Oppenheimer”.

Then he went on to make lemonade with strawberries and heavy water. Deuterium, you get me? Strawberry fusion lemonade.

Where is Sudan Hussein?
Under Egypt!

Face down… WASSUP!

Who took this picture, Legolas?
One does not simply enter Akihabara.

NOT YOU!!! SIT!!!

False flag! 8D Cheese Chess! Yadda yadda yadda!

The truth of the matter can be much simpler - the peak of the wave has passed, third campaign of the same shit have many republican-leaning voters fatigued and numb.

Do NOT get me wrong here. It’s still a clear and present danger, both internal and foreign powers who wish governmental chaos/weakness upon the United States are pumping resources into the campaign, every truly patriotic and intelligent American still has GO AND VOTE DEMOCRAT THIS NOVEMBER.

Careful, somebody might post this in Wholesome Memes.

If it happens, the following sentiment, a few decades down the road:

“Look at this shitty nursing home my daughter shipped me off to. AFTER ALL I’VE DONE FOR HER!”

And it could even be a good nursing home barely within the means of a son or daughter, suffering from some sort of Stockholm Syndrome sense of duty. The narcissistic, miserable, martyrdom complex is a goddamned guarantee.

April 12, Yuri Gagarin Day, that is Cat Day in our family’s life.