Cass in Natter, on how some of our families know us so well ... :

Mom flew back from Chicago today and saw a woman holding a blanket, two pillows and wearing a tiara. She'd like to know which Buffista it was.

Emily: I'm getting a crush on Alan Turing. Help!

D. Griswold: Alan Turing is hot. Also, however, gay. And dead.

Cass: Like any of that can stand in the way of Teh Crush...

On the same theme...

D. Griswold: FCM: Turing, Einstein, Feynman
Emily: I don't know. Who can make these choices?
Tommyrot: Hawking?
Topic!Cindy: Hobson.
Tommyrot: Occam.
Topic!Cindy: Schrödinger

And, continuing the same theme:

D. Griswold Also, FCM: Occam, Schrödinger, Magic 8-Ball

Raq: Well, I wouldn't F or M Schrödinger, as you'd never know if he was alive or dead in there. So C Schrödinger. The M8B always tells me what I want to hear, so M. And then F Occam is the simplest answer.

Could it be any mathier? In Bitches:

Emily: anything raised to the 0 power is 1.

Tommyrot: Even 0? How about a cat?
(Actually, 0^0 =1, right? God, my memory sucks.)

Emily: 0 is like the submerged iceberg of the natural numbers. Most of the time you never even notice it, but then suddenly you trip over it, and it's all kinds of trouble.
But 0*0 = 0. That one we do know. It's 0/0 where we say, "No no no don't go there, that's the bad place!"

tommyrot: There's something cool about how mathematicians can't even agree if 0^0 is undefined.
I mean, either it's defined or it's undefined. Except it's both.
Or neither.

Fred Pete: So it's Schrodinger's exponential?

tommyrot: Yes.
See, I knew that cat^0 was relevant!

(COMMed in part for the crosspost, but each of the replies alone would have been funny, by itself)

Daniel C. Jensen: Story: [link]

By injecting human embryonic stem cells into the brains of fetal mice inside the womb, scientists in California have created living mice with working human brain cells inside their skulls.

Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

WindSparrow: I think so, Daniel, but where are we going to find flying monkeys at this time of night?

amych: But where can we find a bald eagle in a diaper at this time of night, Brain?

Fred Pete: I think so, Brain. But how are we going to get the tutu on the elephant?

In Bitches, letters to the asshat bosses of the DHs of Cindy, JZ, and beth:

Topic!Cindy:

Dear Various and Sundry Bosshats,

What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloody bosses? Why do you bitches torture our bitches...er...husbands. They're ours. They came to us. Or something. Anyhow, and to sum? Lay off. What goes around comes around. Like butter scraped over too much bread. There's not enough time; there's not enough time. It's a long road that knows no turning. It's a long way to Tipperary. Don't let the sun go down on me. Walk through the fire and let it burn. It's Istanbul not Constantinople, and little lambs eat ivy.

We mean it.

JZ, beth, and Cindy.

JZ:

Or the short form:

Dear Various and Sundry Bosshats:

Let us 'splain... No, there is too much. Let us sum up.

We will cut you.

Kisses,

JZ, beth and Cindy

Which ties to this post that exemplifies why I luvre the Empress so:

Aimée:

Dear New Guy -

Yes, the person who was in your job was damn near incompetent. Yes, he knew nothing about effective managing. Yes, he needed to pull his head out of his ass in order to drive and sign on his computer.

However, this does not mean that I, or anyone else in this office, is incompetent. The mere fact that this building made a profit those 2 years and did NOT fall down shows that we were obviously the brains behind the idiot.

Stop telling me how and when to do my freaking job.

Love, kisses and glitter -

The Empress

PS I will cut you

ita

There are disturbing noises coming from downstairs. The network goes down for 30 minutes and it's all Lord of the Flies down there.

vw: The class average on the exam was a 70%! So, my 64%? A C!!!!!!!!!!!! Me = thrilled!

Laura: I think the Bitches should take credit for the lower~curve~ma we pumped out on this one.