Schrödinger's Fence: I Guess We're Not Observing Now

The terror of seeing "only 5 questions" on a thermodynamics exam hits different. It's like the professor saying "I've prepared 5 separate ways to destroy your weekend, self-esteem, and will to live." Each question is basically a multi-stage rocket launch of pain that'll age you 51 years in 3 hours. The fewer the questions, the more each one feels like you're attempting interstellar travel with a calculator and pure desperation. Physics students know: "only 5 questions" translates to "hope you brought snacks, we're gonna be here awhile."

The engineering truth nobody tells you in class! The meme brilliantly illustrates how aerodynamic principles manifest in dog breeds. The streamlined greyhound with its elongated snout creates minimal drag (blue airflow lines showing laminar flow), earning the "Superior Aero-Chad" title. Meanwhile, the pug's flat face causes turbulent airflow (red chaotic lines) and higher drag coefficient, hence "Genetic Failure." First-year engineering students suddenly see aerodynamics everywhere—rating random objects by their coefficient of drag becomes an obsession. Next thing you know, you're explaining to friends why their car would go faster if it were shaped like a greyhound.

Nuclear physics meets fairy tales in the most radioactive twist on "Three Little Pigs" ever told! The 92nd pig (uranium's atomic number is 92) built his house from depleted uranium—a dense metal byproduct with 60% the radioactivity of natural uranium. While it's excellent for radiation shielding and military armor, it's absolutely terrible for huffing and puffing wolves! The wolf's glowing eyes suggest he's experiencing acute radiation syndrome, and now he's telling his tale from a hospital bed. Talk about blowing your attack plan—and probably some chromosomes too!

The periodic table's version of "find me a unicorn." Discovering an element between hydrogen (atomic number 1) and helium (atomic number 2) would literally break the fundamental laws of physics. It's like asking a mathematician to find a whole number between 1 and 2. That painful pause wasn't just awkward date silence—it was the sound of a chemist's soul leaving their body while contemplating whether to launch into a lecture on atomic numbers or just nod and hope the appetizers arrive soon. If someone actually managed this impossible feat, they'd need to book their flight to Stockholm immediately. The Nobel committee would have a collective aneurysm trying to comprehend how someone rewrote the entire foundation of modern chemistry.

Oh look, Google says a proton is about 1/50th of an inch—roughly the size of a pinpoint! That's only off by a factor of 10 trillion trillion . A proton's actual diameter is around 0.8 femtometers (10 -15 meters), not half a millimeter. This is like claiming your coffee molecule is the size of Manhattan. Next time your undergrad says "but I read it on Google," remember this gem. And they wonder why I drink during office hours.

Chemists looking at physicists whining about Nobel Prizes is like watching someone complain about a paper cut while standing next to someone who's been repeatedly stabbed! 🧪 Poor chemists have watched the Physics Nobel go to astronomers, biologists, and computer scientists while they're over here synthesizing 47,000 compounds just to get a nomination. Chemistry is the scientific equivalent of that friend who keeps getting ghosted on dating apps! "First time?" Indeed! Meanwhile, Alfred Nobel himself was a chemist! The ultimate family betrayal - like dad leaving his fortune to the neighbor's kids! 🧪💔