All My Homies Hate Ben Franklin

Physics education in a nutshell! First day: "Here's Newton's Second Law, F=ma, simple right?" Next week: "So those partial derivatives of velocity with respect to cylindrical coordinates are just the same thing, but for fluids moving in 3D space with pressure gradients and viscosity terms!" The Navier-Stokes equations are basically Newton's Second Law after it went through puberty, got a PhD, and developed an identity crisis. They're mathematically terrifying but fundamentally just describing how force affects motion in fluids. Classic engineering move - take something elegant and make it look like you're summoning a mathematical demon.

Behold the cruel intersection of neuroscience and crystallography! That grid pattern is an optical illusion that appears to move and shimmer even though it's perfectly static—just like electrons refusing to tell you their exact position AND momentum! The poor green-haired fellow is experiencing the visual cortex equivalent of trying to pin down Schrödinger's cat. His brain is screaming "THESE LINES ARE MOVING!" while his rational mind knows they're fixed in place. It's the same feeling you get trying to visualize a 4D hypercube after your third espresso! The universe is laughing at our pathetic meat-based visual processing systems!

Quantum physics professors explaining spin be like: "It's simple! Just imagine something that's completely unlike anything you've ever experienced!" Particle spin is that magical quantum property where physicists named something after a familiar concept, then immediately clarified that it's absolutely nothing like that concept. It's not actually spinning, doesn't behave like spinning, but hey, let's call it "spin" anyway because physics wasn't confusing enough already! No wonder students leave quantum mechanics lectures looking like that bottom LEGO face. Schrödinger's cat is simultaneously alive, dead, and completely done with this nonsense.

The ultimate scientific betrayal: showing a physicist the double-slit experiment (top) vs. the moment you tell them you're going to observe which slit the photon goes through (bottom). Suddenly your clean interference pattern transforms into boring bands, and your physicist friend transforms into pure rage. The uncertainty principle isn't just a theory—it's apparently a personal insult to anyone who appreciates quantum weirdness. The wave function collapse is almost as dramatic as the scientist's emotional collapse!

The chicken nugget is channeling its inner Gömböc! For the uninitiated, a Gömböc is this mind-blowing mathematical shape with exactly one stable and one unstable equilibrium point. No matter how you place it, it'll always right itself like a mathematical Weeble-Wobble on steroids. The nugget's rebellion against basic cooking instructions is peak mathematical defiance—it's basically saying "your culinary physics don't apply to me, human!" Next time your food refuses to flip, just blame mono-monostatic geometry and sound really smart while your dinner burns.

The eternal struggle of scientists being overshadowed by their creations. Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster. And Schrödinger? His "monster" isn't a cat in a box—it's the Schrödinger equation, that terrifying wave function that haunts physics students' nightmares. The equation describes quantum states that exist in superpositions until observed, much like how this meme exists in a superposition of being both scientifically accurate and a painful reminder of how pop culture butchers scientific concepts. At least the equation doesn't need to be fed or have its litter box changed.