Particle Physics Gone To The Dogs

Nothing captures the essence of physics quite like turning a complex, living, non-Euclidean creature into a perfect cube for the sake of mathematical convenience. In the real world, cats are liquid-solid hybrids that defy the laws of physics. But in a physicist's world? "Let's just make it a cube with whiskers and call it a day." Next week: "Assume the chicken is spherical and radiates heat uniformly in all directions." The academic version of "close enough for government work."

Pre-Einstein physics: "F=ma, gravity pulls things down, easy peasy!" *happy face* Post-Einstein physics: "So spacetime is actually a four-dimensional manifold where gravity isn't a force but a curvature property, and by the way, time is relative and mass-energy equivalence means E=mc² and quantum mechanics says particles might be waves unless you look at them..." *existential dread intensifies* Nothing quite captures the trauma of modern physics like that transition from blissful Newtonian simplicity to "reality is an illusion and nothing makes sense anymore." And they wonder why physics enrollment is dropping!

The physics hierarchy of pain, beautifully illustrated. Particle physicists are stuck in a half-century rut with the Standard Model. String theorists are off in their own dimension asking if we live in an "anti-deSitter spacetime" (spoiler: we don't, but they'll spend another 40 years on it anyway). Cosmologists are politely suggesting everyone's understanding of gravity might be wrong. Meanwhile, high school physics teachers are just trying to explain basic aerodynamics to teenagers who think planes flying upside-down disproves physics entirely. And they wonder why we drink so much coffee.

When boys time travel to find their soulmates but girls are busy preventing Nobel Prize winners from glowing in the dark.

The electrical components are having a family reunion! Those little metal guys are actually capacitors in an electronic circuit, with the middle one about to receive current and light up like Times Square on New Year's Eve. It's literally the electronic equivalent of "this is your grandpa when he was young and full of energy." Capacitors store electrical charge and release it when needed—kind of like that one relative who saves up all their stories for holiday dinners. The nostalgia is electric! Next time your phone battery dies, remember it's just missing its glory days too.

Ever notice how time travel fantasies always involve family reunions or saving historical figures? Not for the true intellectuals! While normies waste time meeting their descendants (awkward), legends go straight for the good stuff—crashing Stephen Hawking's legendary time traveler party. For those who missed this brilliant bit of scientific trolling: Hawking actually threw a party for time travelers in 2009, but only announced it AFTER the party ended. If you showed up, you proved time travel works! Nobody came (allegedly), which Hawking cited as "experimental evidence" against time travel. The ultimate physicist party trick!