compulsive compartmentalization

Captured thoughts…on exhibit in the zoo that is the blog-o-sphere.

There is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject; the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person. - G.K. Chesterton

They say that in space no one can hear you scream. Unless of course you have on a helmet filled with oxygen…and a microphone. In which case the only limits to the number of people who could hear you scream would be the reach of technology and the number of people able to afford headphones.

There must be a curious level of sadism that makes you comfortable sending someone into space to a horrific death, but not sadistic enough to enjoy the screaming. I would think if you were going to spend all that effort getting someone into space that the scream would be something of a payoff…or at the very least an assurance that your efforts hadn’t been in vain.

But the chances are if you did go to all that trouble, you would be a scientist that was, at least to a certain degree, mad. In fact, if you are a mad scientist, you’ve probably already spilled your entire plan to your victim allowing them sufficient time to formulate a counter-strategy. In this case the issue of the scream is a moot point. Not only has your madness cost you a fortune in equipment and planning, it’s also cost you the satisfaction of your goal…that is, to not hear your victim scream…which you don’t hear anyway because your plan has been foiled.

Either way the result is the same…so why get all bent out of shape about it?

In fact, why go to all that trouble in the first place? It would be a better plan just to sit around in your boxers eating Cheetoes while being insane in the comforts of your own home…or lair, as the case may be.

It seems to me that a mad scientist who is truly insane would be able to see that the craziest thing he could do would be to mind his own business. Any scientist who does otherwise isn’t mad…just annoying. And there’s nothing unique about being annoying…shoot, that’s 85% of the world’s population.

The other 15% are at home in their underwear eating Cheetoes. And as long as they don’t come in here and start using my keyboard, I’ve got no problem with that.

12 Responses to “my thoughts on the mad sciences….”

  1. seems like your entire point is moo.

    mike

  2. hehe, a moo point. Good one.

    Kari

  3. I thought of that while I was writing it.

    brian

  4. I’d be worried if you thought about ME sending someone to die like that.

    Geof F. Morris

  5. I’d be worried if you send a small wooden cross into space.

    brian

  6. It’s like a cow’s opinion. It doesn’t matter.

    Kari

  7. you just called me a cow and said my opinion doesn’t matter….

    *twists words*

    brian

  8. You lost me at the part where people who launch other people into outerspace care whether or not they hear them scream.

    Who cares? They’re gone. :)

    Roger

  9. I bet Geof does that ALL THE TIME.

    Reilly

  10. I think, in this day of rocket science, that it is sad how we neglect the TREBUCHET!

    :highfive:

    Roger

  11. You know what sucks…. I am trying to help my daughter find out for her science assignment why no one can hear you scream in outer space when I stumbled across this neck of the woods. I thought I would find the answer to write it down on her work sheet LOL Does any one REALLY know why no one can hear you scream in Space for real? I want the kid to get an A paper! hee hee hee

    Diane

    Diane Alford

  12. It’s pretty simple: sound waves have to have something to vibrate in order to propogate. There’s almost no matter in space [that's why it's a vacuum], so … yeah.

    Geof F. Morris

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