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Hello science lovers and haters! Like to have a laugh? This site is dedicated to dragging science kicking and screaming into.....comedy. When I left school, I had less than fond memories of laborious laboratory labours that seemed meaningless at the time. But with the passage of time, combined with an innate desire to write comedy, I've grown fonder of those classroom memories when I think of the funny side. So, I thought I'd invent my own writing genre: "Science Comedy" to have a laugh and hopefully share some with readers who can identify with some of my short stories. Please feel free to comment - but no offensive language, thank you.
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So here's just a short taste of things to come:
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Hello science lovers and haters! Like to have a laugh? This site is dedicated to dragging science kicking and screaming into.....comedy. When I left school, I had less than fond memories of laborious laboratory labours that seemed meaningless at the time. But with the passage of time, combined with an innate desire to write comedy, I've grown fonder of those classroom memories when I think of the funny side. So, I thought I'd invent my own writing genre: "Science Comedy" to have a laugh and hopefully share some with readers who can identify with some of my short stories. Please feel free to comment - but no offensive language, thank you.--------------------------------------------------------------------
So here's just a short taste of things to come:
FOREPLAY
A pubescent boy’s clammy finger probes the index of a new science text book. Ah! Cleavage! Alas - the search only leads to something about minerals splitting. But where was the good chapter - the one big brother had told him about? Wait - here it is - B20 - Human Reproduction. The one so excruciating for the teachers that their pain was palpable as they tried to explain the intricacies of body parts and their purposes - functional and pleasurable.
Those of us whose oestrogen was a-bubbling, outwardly scoffed at the immature boys who sat rigid at their desks (do male hormones make you stiff?) so they could soak up every detail, and relish every moment of the teacher’s discomfort. The girls’ outward calm, however, belied our inner churnings as we wondered what "it" was like.
Good old B20! The climactic peak in a surrounding desolate plain of endless formulae and principles. But where were the experiments for this one? They would sure as hell have run rings around dissecting rats. (Where did they get the rats from anyway? The canteen?)
A pubescent boy’s clammy finger probes the index of a new science text book. Ah! Cleavage! Alas - the search only leads to something about minerals splitting. But where was the good chapter - the one big brother had told him about? Wait - here it is - B20 - Human Reproduction. The one so excruciating for the teachers that their pain was palpable as they tried to explain the intricacies of body parts and their purposes - functional and pleasurable.
Those of us whose oestrogen was a-bubbling, outwardly scoffed at the immature boys who sat rigid at their desks (do male hormones make you stiff?) so they could soak up every detail, and relish every moment of the teacher’s discomfort. The girls’ outward calm, however, belied our inner churnings as we wondered what "it" was like.
Good old B20! The climactic peak in a surrounding desolate plain of endless formulae and principles. But where were the experiments for this one? They would sure as hell have run rings around dissecting rats. (Where did they get the rats from anyway? The canteen?)
If only the rest of the course had been even half as exciting, then maybe students such as I would have bathed with abandon in the bountiful sea of science instead of merely getting our toes wet in the froth and bubble on the shore.
So:-
If lessons in the science lab
At school were really very drab,
My tales will teach you very well,
With a large grain of NaCl.
If lessons in the science lab
At school were really very drab,
My tales will teach you very well,
With a large grain of NaCl.
So come and take the plunge with me
Into the scientific sea.
Wear your togs? Don’t be a goat!
There’s nothing under my white coat.
(At least the one I was wearing....)
Into the scientific sea.
Wear your togs? Don’t be a goat!
There’s nothing under my white coat.
(At least the one I was wearing....)
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