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Character: Sheldon Cooper.
Series: The Big Bang Theory.
Character Age: 29.
Job: Occupational Health and Safety Instructor.
Canon: What do you get when you combine nerd culture and double entendres? Maybe XKCD - or maybe The Big Bang Theory, a sitcom centering around two nerdy physicists from UCLA and the bubbly, confident young woman who lives across the hall from them. Sheldon Cooper is a gangly Texan with two PhD's, a severe case of OCD, and a brain the size of a planet. Given his inability to understand sex as anything other than a physical manifestation of a chemical reaction, Sheldon mostly mediates between his infatuated room-mate Leonard and their new friend Penny, even as she brings unwanted chaos into the routine of his life.
Sheldon claims to know everything about everything in the universe, and indeed, he's filled with random trivia on a variety of subjects outside his scientific speciality of String Theory. Given his massive ego, he's likely to flaunt this knowledge condescendingly whenever possible. But he has trouble with basic human interaction, can be incredibly literal, and his knowledge of pop culture is only as large as his collection of comic books and sci-fi. He tends to approach life in a scientific manner, and most of his social protocol is learned and followed to the excruciatingly awkward letter. Despite the fact that those who know him think he's an alien, a robot, or just plain crazy, Sheldon's strict Bible Belt upbringing has left him with a strong sense of what's polite, a weak sense of religion, and occasionally an endearing, childlike sweetness.
Sample Post:
Well hallo there, camper singular. My name is Dr. Sheldon Cooper. No need to state your own name, my clipboard has already provided me with your details, Jim. In fact, I think we can dispense with the small talk and obligatory ice-breaking opening joke and get started immediately on the list of this place's many Health and Safety deficiencies. It's greatly advised that you do not attempt to regale me with anecdotal evidence regarding any of my points, as any opinions you have are more than likely to be wrong. There will be a ten-minute period available for questions after the power-point presentation. This was originally supposed to be a seminar, but given the Zombie Survival Guide's rules on crowding during an emergency situation and my own glossophobia, I made the executive decision to slim the group down a little.
Point the first: Food Hygiene. I'm not even going to touch the kitchen here - I mean it, I am not touching it or anything in it, not with a pole of any length and a biohazard suit. Frankly, I believe the prokaryote on the counter-tops have become self-sustaining microorganisms. In addition, I know my job description did not include nutritionist, but I don't think the menu is adequate or, more disturbingly, consistent. How am I supposed to regulate my diet by weekday when only Tuesday has a regular dish? And as I have said to my mother countless times, "miscellaneous" is in no way a legal way of labelling meat ingredients, and offal is somewhat homonymic. In case you missed it, that's a pun on awful - you may wish to laugh. Perhaps if your so-called director spent more time in the kitchen where she belongs, you wouldn't all be at risk of scurvy.
Point the second: Accommodation. Some of these buildings bear an uncanny resemblance to the shed in which I built a nuclear reactor as a child. That's a hazard, and I would advise you wear a helmet and goggles whenever you are required to be inside one. Accommodation part b, I am concerned that attempting to leave this place brought me right back to the other side of the designated camping area; I hardly think that's safe. This is not an 8-bit video game and the laws of physics do not work that way - I should know. I recommend you get someone in to fix that.
Believe me, I could go on. However I read on WikiHow that a basic demonstration of job capability should not run longer than three hours, and due to your overpopulation issues I have many more campers to get through. Fortunately I have also pre-prepared a research paper covering all thirty-eight points that should provide a solid ground from which to launch your inevitable line of eager questioning.
Can I help you re-attach your leg? Can I help you re-attach your leg? Dammit, Jim, I am a theoretical physicist, not a doctor.
55:0 - 100% in, holy cats.
Series: The Big Bang Theory.
Character Age: 29.
Job: Occupational Health and Safety Instructor.
Canon: What do you get when you combine nerd culture and double entendres? Maybe XKCD - or maybe The Big Bang Theory, a sitcom centering around two nerdy physicists from UCLA and the bubbly, confident young woman who lives across the hall from them. Sheldon Cooper is a gangly Texan with two PhD's, a severe case of OCD, and a brain the size of a planet. Given his inability to understand sex as anything other than a physical manifestation of a chemical reaction, Sheldon mostly mediates between his infatuated room-mate Leonard and their new friend Penny, even as she brings unwanted chaos into the routine of his life.
Sheldon claims to know everything about everything in the universe, and indeed, he's filled with random trivia on a variety of subjects outside his scientific speciality of String Theory. Given his massive ego, he's likely to flaunt this knowledge condescendingly whenever possible. But he has trouble with basic human interaction, can be incredibly literal, and his knowledge of pop culture is only as large as his collection of comic books and sci-fi. He tends to approach life in a scientific manner, and most of his social protocol is learned and followed to the excruciatingly awkward letter. Despite the fact that those who know him think he's an alien, a robot, or just plain crazy, Sheldon's strict Bible Belt upbringing has left him with a strong sense of what's polite, a weak sense of religion, and occasionally an endearing, childlike sweetness.
Sample Post:
Well hallo there, camper singular. My name is Dr. Sheldon Cooper. No need to state your own name, my clipboard has already provided me with your details, Jim. In fact, I think we can dispense with the small talk and obligatory ice-breaking opening joke and get started immediately on the list of this place's many Health and Safety deficiencies. It's greatly advised that you do not attempt to regale me with anecdotal evidence regarding any of my points, as any opinions you have are more than likely to be wrong. There will be a ten-minute period available for questions after the power-point presentation. This was originally supposed to be a seminar, but given the Zombie Survival Guide's rules on crowding during an emergency situation and my own glossophobia, I made the executive decision to slim the group down a little.
Point the first: Food Hygiene. I'm not even going to touch the kitchen here - I mean it, I am not touching it or anything in it, not with a pole of any length and a biohazard suit. Frankly, I believe the prokaryote on the counter-tops have become self-sustaining microorganisms. In addition, I know my job description did not include nutritionist, but I don't think the menu is adequate or, more disturbingly, consistent. How am I supposed to regulate my diet by weekday when only Tuesday has a regular dish? And as I have said to my mother countless times, "miscellaneous" is in no way a legal way of labelling meat ingredients, and offal is somewhat homonymic. In case you missed it, that's a pun on awful - you may wish to laugh. Perhaps if your so-called director spent more time in the kitchen where she belongs, you wouldn't all be at risk of scurvy.
Point the second: Accommodation. Some of these buildings bear an uncanny resemblance to the shed in which I built a nuclear reactor as a child. That's a hazard, and I would advise you wear a helmet and goggles whenever you are required to be inside one. Accommodation part b, I am concerned that attempting to leave this place brought me right back to the other side of the designated camping area; I hardly think that's safe. This is not an 8-bit video game and the laws of physics do not work that way - I should know. I recommend you get someone in to fix that.
Believe me, I could go on. However I read on WikiHow that a basic demonstration of job capability should not run longer than three hours, and due to your overpopulation issues I have many more campers to get through. Fortunately I have also pre-prepared a research paper covering all thirty-eight points that should provide a solid ground from which to launch your inevitable line of eager questioning.
Can I help you re-attach your leg? Can I help you re-attach your leg? Dammit, Jim, I am a theoretical physicist, not a doctor.
55:0 - 100% in, holy cats.