Resistors? You Mean Frogs?

Nuclear meltdowns as a personality test! The meme shows corium (that molten radioactive nightmare fuel that forms during nuclear reactor meltdowns) personified as three-headed dragon. Chernobyl and Fukushima are portrayed as terrifying beasts, while Three-Mile Island is the derpy cousin who didn't quite commit to the whole "catastrophic disaster" thing. For the nuclear nerds: corium is what happens when reactor fuel, control rods, and structural materials melt together into a lava-like mass that can burn through concrete and steel. Chernobyl's version (nicknamed "Elephant's Foot") could kill you in minutes just by standing near it. Fukushima created its own hellish blend. Meanwhile, Three-Mile Island had a partial meltdown but contained most of its radioactive material—hence the goofy, relatively harmless face. Nothing says "we've mastered atomic energy" quite like creating substances that can melt through the Earth while giving you radiation poisoning through a concrete wall. Progress!

The ultimate physics nerd's bedtime paradox! While most people count sheep, this galaxy brain is contemplating how Quantum Information Theory suggests our universe has zero entropy despite the obvious chaos we observe. For the uninitiated: Quantum Information Theory proposes that unitary transformations (mathematical operations that preserve quantum information) have zero entropy change. If our entire universe is just one big unitary transformation - as some theoretical physicists suggest - then technically its total entropy remains constant at zero. Meanwhile, the second law of thermodynamics says entropy always increases. The cognitive dissonance would keep anyone awake! That peaceful sleeping face? Pure irony. Nothing like a fundamental contradiction in physics to serve as the perfect lullaby.

The eternal scientific civil war rages on! Scientists who use the logical, internationally standardized SI units are depicted as violently opposed to the chaotic imperial system still clinging to existence in exactly *checks notes* three whole countries worldwide. Nothing triggers a mild-mannered physicist faster than having to convert feet to meters or pounds to kilograms. The metric system: where water freezes at 0°C and boils at 100°C because we're not savages who picked random numbers out of a hat. Meanwhile, imperial defenders are still measuring things in "football fields" and "washing machines" like it's perfectly normal.

Physics pickup lines hitting a new low! That moment when you try to impress your date with Einstein's relativistic mass equation, and they immediately hit the block button. Turns out explaining how objects get heavier as they approach the speed of light isn't the aphrodisiac physicists think it is. The dating equivalent of trying to accelerate past c—theoretically impressive, practically impossible. Next time maybe just say "you must be the gravity to my mass because I'm falling for you" and call it a day.

Newton's executive desk toy got an upgrade. Those metal spheres are demonstrating conservation of momentum with the elegance of a ballet dancer who's also trying to explain physics to first-years. The real experiment here is seeing how long your colleagues can resist playing with it when you step out for coffee. Spoiler: approximately 7 seconds.

Engineering students everywhere just felt a disturbance in the Force! First panel: "Ooh, statics! Forces, equilibrium, Newton's laws—bring it on!" Second panel: *Imperial units have entered the chat* "WAIT NO—how many pounds in a slug again?? And why is acceleration in feet per second squared?!" The true horror isn't monsters under the bed—it's having to convert between mass and weight using a unit literally named after a slimy garden creature. Newton is rolling in his grave!