So I’ve been snowed under lately, head down in a late-breaking gig that I can’t say anything about except to tell you that I can’t say anything about it (and even that might edging up against the confidentiality clause). I did, however, take a few days off to hang with a childhood friend of mine who grew up to be an opera singer with questionable taste in Science jokes. So for want of filler, I thought I’d share the ones I can still remember him rattling off as he, I, and the Mighty BUG stumbled forth from Murphy’s Law last weekend:
Only one of this trinity is to blame; the other two are an author photo.
If it helps any, his singing is way better than his stand-up.
“My God, I’ve lost an electron!”
“Are you sure?”
A Higgs boson slides into the front pew. The priest asks what it’s doing there.
The boson replies, “You can’t have mass without me.”
An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar. The first orders a beer. The second orders one-and-a-half beers. The third orders one-and-three-quarter beers. The fourth orders—
“Okay, enough.” The bartender slams two beers down on the counter. “You guys should know your limits.”
Three statisticians go duck hunting. The first one shoots wide to the right; the second shoots wide to the left. The third says, “We got him!”
There were others, but I think they were better.
This may be it from me for a while. I’m heading off to Greece in a few days and it’s pure vacation, so unless my Nowa Fantastyka review of Smolin’s “Time Reborn” comes out of exclusivity (or my review of recent findings on Insect Consciousness, whatever comes first), it’ll probably be a couple of weeks before you hear from me again.
Talk quietly amongst yourselves.