Neglect Air Resistance

When your spouse wants intimacy but your brain is stuck on the derivative definition of calculus... Feynman's marriage didn't survive his relationship with mathematics! The man literally couldn't turn off his brain long enough to focus on his wife's needs. That formula isn't just defining the rate of change—it's defining the rate at which his marriage was deteriorating. The ultimate "sorry babe, thinking about other functions." Relationships require attention, but apparently calculus requires more!

The famous Tacoma Narrows Bridge collapse of 1940 - or as mechanical engineers call it, "a civil engineering problem." Sure, I can design you a perfect engine, but ask me about resonant frequency in suspension bridges and suddenly I'm "unqualified" and "please stop giving structural advice." The bridge is clearly just taking a nap mid-span. Nothing some duct tape can't fix.

The evolution of understanding air is basically the scientific version of puberty. First, you start with "air is a gas" - simple, straightforward, what every normal person thinks. Then you hit high school physics and suddenly air "doesn't exist" because everything is just particles in a vacuum with empty space between them. Finally, you reach university physics and transcend to "air is a fluid" - treating gases and liquids under the unified umbrella of fluid dynamics. The glowing brain perfectly captures that moment when you realize Newton's equations don't care about your elementary school labels!

Newton judging your Instagram habits from beyond the grave is peak historical fiction. The man who invented calculus while social distancing during a plague would absolutely have spent 18 hours a day on TikTok if he'd had the chance. Let's not forget this is the same guy who stuck a needle in his own eye socket "for science" and spent years trying to turn lead into gold. Sure, Isaac, I'll solve differential equations right after I finish watching this cat video.

Physics professors everywhere are cackling at this one! Technically, "work" in physics is force multiplied by displacement in the direction of the force (W = F·d·cosθ). If you're just carrying a box around in a circle and end up where you started, the net displacement is ZERO! Your muscles scream in agony, your brain thinks you've climbed Mount Everest, but physics smugly declares you've done exactly ZERO WORK. It's like running on a cosmic treadmill—exhausting yet mathematically worthless! Next time your arms are burning from holding something, just remember: physics doesn't care about your feelings, only your vectors!

The red circle around "Shopping" while searching for black holes is cosmic capitalism at its finest! Apparently someone thinks you can just add a supermassive space-time anomaly to your cart alongside your weekly groceries. "Yes, I'd like to order one black hole please - do you offer free shipping? No? Well, I guess that makes sense since not even light can escape it." Next thing you know, they'll be selling event horizons as premium add-ons and singularities as doorstops. The ultimate impulse buy that literally consumes all other impulse buys!