The fricken banana chirp. How many would relate your favorite source of potassium to gravitational waves? Well the shape of it at least, the banana chirp, colloquially known was observed in 2019 to finally verify Einstein the little bitch’s discoveries with all of his equations. Yeah he made us push forward to understand that the world is far more complex than 2D…3D…no shit…yeah spacetime is curved what of it.
Does me crashing out about how we fucking use an interferometer enough to get paid? For me to have strife about this shit of how these laser mirrors move the distance just a hair to see that there is some bullshit. To what precision I don’t fucking know? Is it wrong to write in such a literary voice for Science Outreach? I don’t know and I don’t care. If people can’t daydream on a website about black holes then we have nothing and no hope for science.
Oh God don’t be so political…God is it really that political to say yes we believe that we should be funded…well I don’t know the outcome of the alternative… we just wouldn’t know shit and another smarter country would take over and I would have to learn some crap language to say the same thing about mirrors. How do I know to say the word mirror in a million languages?
Also, it is fucking annoying to have your boss have access to your work every second of the day. Can’t there be a fucking privacy door where they enter your google doc and fucking screen. I guess that’s what Github is, but ughhhhhhh I don’t want to feel like I am in this row of desks like in a utilitarian regime. REGIME REGIME REGIME IT’S MAKING ME FUCKING CRAZY. Everything has to be polished and no one is ever understanding of the stress this shit causes. SOMEONE HELP ME POLISH IT.
ANYWAYS, talk about LIGO, you used to care so much about that. Ugh, been there done that. It’s cool to enough other people for me not care and it served it’s purpose to be a reason I was somewhere else. Somewhere else other than a beautiful lawn to relax and not care.
God, if I’m ever a professor, there are mandatory touch grass hours in my hammock. Then they all sit on the fucking grass and are welcome to ask me as I read my book, but they have to be quick questions. Outside of office hours of course.
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