Don't get me wrong, I am excited about this year's IgNobels, but every time I think about this year's theme I get the Jonathan Coulton song of the same name stuck in my head.
I am very tired and I am being called to the kitchen for dinner, but I wanted to write about this while I was thinking about it. As a special treat Tab and I are having ravioli from a can for dinner. After telling that she had to pick a vegetable from the fridge to supplement, she came back with a pepper.
"Do you want me to cut that up into strips raw?" I asked, the way we do at her grandmothers. "No," she said, "I want it cooked." "Just cooked peppers?" "Yes," she replied.
You dis-integrate my differential, You Dislocate my focus, My heartbeat goes up like an exponential, Whenever you cross my locus. Without you sets are Null and Void, Would you be my Cardioid?