Don’t lend a geologist money; they consider a million years recent.
Have you heard the joke about the chemist reading a book about helium? He just couldn’t put it down.
It’s amazing the witty repartee that flies between my husband and myself at times. For posterity’s sake, I have begun collecting choice snippets. Here are my current favorites:
Him: Hey there, those are my glasses.
Me: I know they are. I know glasses when I break them.
Me: What would you like for dinner?
Him: Something simple would be fine. Like water…with a little bit of salt in it.
OK, maybe they aren’t that funny, but I felt they were. Certainly they’re more interesting than his constant muttering (it seems many computer guys do this – a trick of talking under their breath about whatever project diverts them at the time; it comforts me for some reason to hear Ian’s talk) and my occasional … we shall just call them mental conversations. Sadly the best ones aren’t really reprintable in polite company, and who knows what company *ahem*mom*ahem*mil*ahem*gmil*ahem* might be reading this.
Finally, as a thrilling closing thought, I would like to suggest that the urge to do any outdoor activity is inversely proportional to the temperature outside. Possibly an exponential decay function. Another side note: 92 – Math Exam; 94 – Marine Bio Exam; 99 – Geology Exam; 97 – Geology Paper; ?? – Marine Bio Paper. Doin’ OK. And here’s a nice picture of Jess.
– KF –