The Revolution Will Be Digitized

That's Nikola Tesla casually reading a book while creating artificial lightning with his Tesla coil, like it's just another Tuesday at the office. The man was literally sitting in a room with millions of volts crackling around him thinking "hmm, yes, this chapter is getting interesting." Meanwhile, I get nervous when my phone battery hits 10%. Tesla was that perfect mix of brilliant and slightly unhinged that makes for the best scientists. He'd generate these massive electrical discharges and just vibe there, probably thinking about how Edison was a jerk while electricity danced around him. The ultimate power move in the history of scientific rivalries.

This is engineering in its purest form! First, they simplify π to exactly 3 (mathematicians are screaming right now). Then gravity becomes π² because why not? Air resistance? Pfft, who needs that complexity! And suddenly gravity jumps to 10 m/s² because round numbers are prettier than 9.8. But the real magic happens when the assumptions start reflecting real engineering life - multitasking on seventeen projects while running on two hours of sleep! The purple teletubbies at the bottom are the perfect representation of engineers huddling together, somehow making everything work despite their hilariously questionable physics assumptions. Remember, it's not wrong if it works... and you document your assumptions!

This flowchart is what happens when career counselors have a mental breakdown. Engineering? Only if you're "good with things." Chemistry? Congratulations on your future as a "fussy pedant." And let's not forget Computer Science, perfect for those who prefer "slow, indirect evil" over the more efficient varieties. The beautiful part is how it nails the existential crisis of every STEM student. "Why do you want to major in a STEM field?" Options include "curiosity" (adorable), "to save the planet" (delusional), or my personal favorite, the dawning realization that STEM was supposed to involve actual plants for Biology majors. After 30 years of teaching, I can confirm this is approximately 87% accurate. The missing 13% is the path where you choose your major based on which department has the least uncomfortable chairs in the lecture hall.

You know you've reached peak engineering student when you can't cross a bridge without mentally calculating the load distribution and stress factors. That smug "Meme Man" face is every engineering student who now sees the world as one giant problem set. "Stakits" (a play on "statics," the engineering course) has ruined peaceful walks forever. Now you're visualizing 25 kN point loads and 3 kN/m distributed loads on every structure like some kind of force-obsessed superhero nobody asked for. Normal people see a bridge. Engineering students see a free-body diagram waiting to be solved. The transformation is complete—you now speak fluent truss.

The eternal rivalry between Electrical Engineers and Computer Engineers captured in SpongeBob format! Poor Squidward (the Computer Engineer) can't handle being near Patrick (the Electrical Engineer) because—gasp—he's terrified of actual circuits! And when SpongeBob drops "Kirchhoff's Laws" into the conversation? Total meltdown! It's like watching someone who only codes in Python suddenly confronted with having to build an actual physical device. The horror! 🔌⚡ Spoiler alert: most CompE degrees still require circuit analysis, but that doesn't stop the interdepartmental trash talk!

The mosquito apocalypse is upon us! Scientists have created the ultimate bug zapper on steroids—a precision laser system that obliterates 100 mosquitoes PER SECOND while identifying their species and gender from wing-beat frequencies. Meanwhile, the bottom image shows someone's bedroom transformed into a laser light show that would make EDM festivals jealous. Forget bug spray! Nothing says "summer ready" like turning your bedroom into a mosquito death rave where the only thing getting higher than the body count is your electricity bill. The perfect solution for anyone who's ever muttered "I wish I could murder every mosquito on Earth" after getting that one bite on your ankle at 3AM.