Well, hi! Great to meet you and not just because you bring Master/Lucy pr0n. (I just left fb. That was great fun.) SPN's totally the fandom of my heart, but DW seems to have called dibs on a few other body parts.
Nothing like a little TMI in the morning. :D We'll pretend I meant my braaaaiinnnsssss
I can't even describe how tickled I am that my analogy made sense outside of my head. (What kind of physics, btw? Quantum in particular turned out to be my bag very unexpectedly once I started p-chem. I'd've stuck with astro for giggles but the prof was a raging penis who had a knack for negating knowledge. By the end of the term, I wound up sitting with my back to him in the class and instead concentrated on kicking and being kicked by a guy I called Cupcake because I never bothered to ask his actual name. Handtogod, Cupcake and I weren't flirting. It was honestly just more productive and less painful to spend an hour exchanging kicks with a near-stranger than it was to listen to that Panos Photinos. *squints* Although Cupcake did pull me aside at one point and ask if I'd be interested in hiring out to him as a dominatrix at one point.
...Erm. Not that you asked. I should, perhaps, hush my inner Captain Jack Harkness.)
Well... I'm still in the process of majoring, so I haven't quite decided what I want to specialise in, although like you I'm starting to find quantum physics much cooler and less scary than I had previously thought. (This has nothing to do with my huge and inappropriate crush on Richard Feynman. Nothing at all.) As for astro, I basically take every course I can find on it since I've loved anthing to do with space since I decided I was going to be an astronaut at age 10.
I also like to joke that I knew I wanted to do physics when my 8th grade science teacher explained Newton's third law to us using the example of a fifth Doctor DW episode where the Doctor's been stranded out in space a little way from the ship and gets back by taking a cricket ball out of his pocket and hurling it away from him. (That had very little to do with what I was talking about before, but until the finale comes on, all that's going on in my head is doctcorwhodoctorwhodoctorwhowhyisntitsaturdayyet?!)
Nothing like a little TMI in the morning. :D We'll pretend I meant my braaaaiinnnsssss
I can't even describe how tickled I am that my analogy made sense outside of my head. (What kind of physics, btw? Quantum in particular turned out to be my bag very unexpectedly once I started p-chem. I'd've stuck with astro for giggles but the prof was a raging penis who had a knack for negating knowledge. By the end of the term, I wound up sitting with my back to him in the class and instead concentrated on kicking and being kicked by a guy I called Cupcake because I never bothered to ask his actual name. Handtogod, Cupcake and I weren't flirting. It was honestly just more productive and less painful to spend an hour exchanging kicks with a near-stranger than it was to listen to that Panos Photinos. *squints* Although Cupcake did pull me aside at one point and ask if I'd be interested in hiring out to him as a dominatrix at one point.
...Erm. Not that you asked. I should, perhaps, hush my inner Captain Jack Harkness.)
Feel free to pop by any time. Cheers!
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I also like to joke that I knew I wanted to do physics when my 8th grade science teacher explained Newton's third law to us using the example of a fifth Doctor DW episode where the Doctor's been stranded out in space a little way from the ship and gets back by taking a cricket ball out of his pocket and hurling it away from him. (That had very little to do with what I was talking about before, but until the finale comes on, all that's going on in my head is doctcorwhodoctorwhodoctorwhowhyisntitsaturdayyet?!)
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