The Legendary Throckmorton: Physics' Favorite Fictional Victim

Someone took Einstein's famous equation and turned it into the world's nerdiest dad joke. E = mc² + AI, where E is "Elephant," m is "Mass," c² is "Cauchy" (a mathematician, not the actual speed of light squared), A is "Among," and I is "Impostor." And they credited it to "Augustin-Louis Cauchy" instead of Einstein! The real crime here isn't butchering physics—it's that 3,140 people (notice that's π × 1000) gave this mathematical monstrosity a heart. This is what happens when you let physicists work from home too long. They start seeing Among Us references in relativity equations and nobody's there to stop them.

That existential crisis when you realize you've gone a whole day without applying the ideal gas law! Chemistry students everywhere feel this pain. PV = nRT is basically the E = mc² of chemistry—you learn it, memorize it, then barely use it in real life. Unless you're working with gases, in which case you're frantically calculating volumes while wearing a fedora and looking mysteriously cool. The pressure is real!

The ultimate hipster dog has entered the chat! This canine genius is flexing its love for 50,000 Hz - a frequency well beyond human hearing range (which tops out around 20,000 Hz). Basically, this sophisticated pup is bragging about enjoying sounds that humans physically cannot perceive. It's like someone saying their favorite color is ultraviolet or their favorite restaurant is on Mars. The glasses and scarf really complete the "I'm into things too obscure for your primitive human ears" vibe. Next thing you know, this dog will be telling us about an underground band that only performs in dog whistles.

This meme brilliantly contrasts the romanticized 19th-century element discovery (just find a weird rock in Sweden!) with modern particle physics reality. Today's scientists need billion-dollar particle accelerators to smash gold atoms together at near-light speed, only to detect decay products of elements so unstable they exist for nanoseconds. Then comes the academic cage match where physicists fight over naming rights for something nobody will ever hold in their hand. Swedish miners had it so easy—they just needed a pickaxe and good luck to become immortalized in the periodic table!

When your professor asks which "moment" you're referring to in your physics paper and you realize there are approximately 8 billion different types. The struggle is real! Physics students drowning in a sea of moments—torque, inertia, momentum, magnetic, electric, seismic—while desperately trying to remember which one they actually need for their problem set. Meanwhile, their professor is just sitting there enjoying the existential crisis unfold. Classic physics department trauma.

Remember when hydrogen was just a happy little proton with an electron friend? Then quantum mechanics kicks in and suddenly your "simple atom" looks like a math professor had a seizure on the whiteboard. The jump from high school's "draw a circle with a dot" to those horrifying wave functions is why physics majors develop eye twitches by junior year. That colorful 3D probability donut isn't even the scary part—it's the Laguerre polynomials that make students question their life choices. Pro tip: If you ever want to clear a room at a party, just start explaining spherical harmonics. Works every time.