Actually I’ve spent a lot of time working in a lab and there are always intensely amusing moments. One time one of my colleagues set up a bunch of experiments to run while he was at lunch, took him the better part of the previous morning and day, got them all set up, went for a LONG lunch and came back to find he’d set them up backwards and destroyed all his sample. Myself and the rest of the lab were just waiting for him to find out and we all burst out laughing as he started cursing.
I’m not in a wheelchair so maybe that’s why people laugh at me- budding scientists. I hate wannabes. I’ve tried. I’ve truly tried to put myself in a wheelchair. TBI 1999 (coma 10 days…), massive stroke in 2011 (in a porta-john no less, EWW!!!), falling from ten feet plus numerous times, hitting my head on the concrete once… motorcycle racing, ice hockey, large hail while standing on the bi-plane wing… okay, the hail wasn’t that big, I’m making that up, but not the rest of it!
Also, I laugh like a crow-monkey hybrid choking on its own tongue. Add a little volume and learn some science, and I’m all set!
Though, there was this one time when I was working on an amateur movie set, and someone made up an air cannon that shot fake blood at high speeds to create a gruesome splatter. When I saw it work, I started hopping in place and laughing like a psycho. Do you think that counts as mad science?
There’s something about microscopes that makes geologists and paleontologists looks their freaking minds. After three hours, they start cracking jokes and telling stories and laughing so hard the walls shake. I’ve had to go tell a group of people working for me “Please keep the laughing to a dull roar; we’re trying to have a meeting.”
Of course, the jokes are a bit….odd. When someone says “That’s the second most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard of someone doing with a dead marine mammal” and is 100% serious, you start to question why exactly you’re in that conversation.
I kind of already laugh at kids not in a wheelchair. They start crying and I start running when the police show up.
It’s odd to see Niece Bug startled
My natural laugh is a loud cackle, according to most people. Apparently, I’m horrifying.
You’re a teenager. Those are all horrifying, or they should endeavour to be.
*cackles*
Well obviously you’re destined to become a mad scientist.
Bug, you visit the wrong sane scientist laboratories.
Error. There is no such thing as a sane scientist laboratory.
I am a senior scientist in a major research university, and I can assure you that there is no such thing as a sane scientist.
Obviously you’ve never worked in a lab. It’s 90% dick jokes and a pinch of science that gets thrown in to break up the monotony.
Dang it! I hang my lab coat up too soon!
I knew I would miss out on good times…
Maniacal laugh. MANIACAL LAUGH!
*LIKE*
Mad Scientist Bug looks awesome! Bravo.
Actually I’ve spent a lot of time working in a lab and there are always intensely amusing moments. One time one of my colleagues set up a bunch of experiments to run while he was at lunch, took him the better part of the previous morning and day, got them all set up, went for a LONG lunch and came back to find he’d set them up backwards and destroyed all his sample. Myself and the rest of the lab were just waiting for him to find out and we all burst out laughing as he started cursing.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Aaaand, that’s when he discovered Dorito’s Locos.
Is it just me, or does the mad scientist look like Dr. Horri-bug? (He’s been working on his evil laugh)
I can see why you think that. The lab coat and goggles are right, but Doctor Horrible wears gray gloves and his hair’s not nearly that crazy.
I’m not in a wheelchair so maybe that’s why people laugh at me- budding scientists. I hate wannabes. I’ve tried. I’ve truly tried to put myself in a wheelchair. TBI 1999 (coma 10 days…), massive stroke in 2011 (in a porta-john no less, EWW!!!), falling from ten feet plus numerous times, hitting my head on the concrete once… motorcycle racing, ice hockey, large hail while standing on the bi-plane wing… okay, the hail wasn’t that big, I’m making that up, but not the rest of it!
The cupcakes are fat-free and sugar-free!
They’re also full of bees.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HA!
LOL I thought it would be totally different.
What I’d imagined would be something more like “*chuckle* WOW. This is just going to save so many lives I don’t know what to… Haha, TAKE THAT CANCER!”
Laughing every time you see a kid not in a wheelchair sounds like a pretty happy way to live, actually.
Also, I laugh like a crow-monkey hybrid choking on its own tongue. Add a little volume and learn some science, and I’m all set!
Though, there was this one time when I was working on an amateur movie set, and someone made up an air cannon that shot fake blood at high speeds to create a gruesome splatter. When I saw it work, I started hopping in place and laughing like a psycho. Do you think that counts as mad science?
There’s something about microscopes that makes geologists and paleontologists looks their freaking minds. After three hours, they start cracking jokes and telling stories and laughing so hard the walls shake. I’ve had to go tell a group of people working for me “Please keep the laughing to a dull roar; we’re trying to have a meeting.”
Of course, the jokes are a bit….odd. When someone says “That’s the second most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard of someone doing with a dead marine mammal” and is 100% serious, you start to question why exactly you’re in that conversation.