Icky the ninja
BeBe looks like an alien when she pins her ears back
It’s a Lulu morning
I just found out that Long Island has something called the Walt Whitman Mall, and I have never heard anything more indicative of the absolute lack of culture around here.
One of our most beloved writers, a great humanist and naturalist, is memorialized with one of the grossest experiences of consumerism our society has ever devised. I’ve never been there, but if I find out there’s a Leaves of Grass food court, I move to burn Long Island. The whole thing. Set it on fire.
Anosmia. A-N-O-S-M-I-A. The inability to smell. Learn something every fuckin’ day! —
Loud lady shouting at the bar with a smoker’s rasp and the thickest Long Island accent I’ve ever heard.
I really wish it was amnosia, because god that’s good.
One of the best parts of my job is that I get to go to bars with scientists and talk with people about the cool stuff we do at Brookhaven. If you’re on Long Island, come to PubSci on Wednesday! We’re doing the science of light this week and it’s gonna be a blast.
First teeny tiny sign of Autumn
The Cosmotron magnet inscription