Road to internet fame: move back one space

I have decided to continue my permanent streak of posting at least once a day.  I don't know what good it will do, but if it worked for Hyperbole and a Half, maybe it will work for me.  By the way, look that blog up.  It's hilarious, and right here on this website.  It's actually the blog that got me inspired to do this in the hopes of one day becoming as funny as Allie Brosh, but I have a long way to go before that happens.  That blog also inspired me to write a really gushy fan email, so I hope she's not terrified of me now.

Let's see, blog post.  So how about airline food?  No, you know what?  That joke is so old and overused even when it's used ironically that I now have to point this fact out in order to not seem totally lame and IT'S NOT WORKING.  Let's move on.

I'm still working on that TV Tropes YouTube show/vlog/what-have-you that I've been planning for about a month now.  I think I'm really going to do it.  NOBODY STEAL MY IDEA.  Not that I have a large enough readership for that to be a problem, but you know.  I just have to make it to this summer and find a room with decent lighting.  I'm going to do it, guys.  I'm going to be a valuable, contributing member of the TV Tropes and YouTube communities (as long as TV Tropes doesn't shut me down first).

I've really got to learn to use the left shift key, but at this point I don't even know how to capitalize with my right hand without doing a strange little dance with my right pinky.  I must change this habit, but I'm pretty sure I've done it by accident about three times during this blog post every time I've written a capital "I".  UNTIL NOW.


Hmm, I guess I didn't really have anything interesting to say today.  I'm pretty sure that's not the way to internet fame, but I guess that's going to be a slow, arduous process.  See you tomorrow, everyone!  Not that I actually know if anyone's even reading these because only one of my five readers has ever commented.  Not that I'm saying anything, of course.

Why don't adults play tag?

No really. Why don't adults just start games of tag sometimes? I can tell you part of the reason. About 30% of the adult population of the world would have, upon reading the title of this post, thought to themselves, "Adults play tag all the time, if you know what I mean nudge nudge wink wink Bob's-your-uncle." Well, maybe not that last bit, but the point is that much of the world seems to be operating under the When Harry Met Sally theory that no two adults of opposite genders can be friends/talk/interact in any way without sex lurking somewhere in the background. I couldn't care less. I think most everyone needs to play tag every once in a while.

Here's what I mean. Tonight I briefly participated in the glorified and glorious game of tag known as Humans vs. Zombies. And it was amazing. Though the whole thing was totally safe, there was that real feeling of risk and danger that comes when you know someone is out to get you. There was a beautiful sense of camaraderie among the survivors all moving in a pack, listening for the leader now shouting, now whispering orders to duck or run. There was the thrill of hearing cries of BRAIIINS coming from up a hill and running for your lives (but staying in formation and protecting the package!) through a dark and threatening world. I felt more purposeful, driven, and alive than I had in a long time. It's something you can't find in the stress of a workplace or an academic environment. I think that much the same thing is found in playing sports, something I have not done in far too long a time. Therefore, I conclude that adult should have more competitive events like this available to them in their lives without a social stigma attached. The next time someone has to throw a company party, suggest laser tag. Much more fun than a dinner party with the fancy napkins and little cheeses. Actually, scratch that. Bring the little cheeses to laser tag and then everyone will go home happy. Unless someone's lactose intolerant. Then bring some goat milk cheese. You're welcome, world.

Welcome! No, I don't bite.

Hello world! To all of the scientists who clicked on this link because the blog title makes no sense - congratulations! You are absolutely right. To everyone else who stopped by because the blog name sounded complicated but fun to say - welcome! Don't worry, this blog won't be as incomprehensible as it sounds (I hope).

For anyone interested, the title comes from when I was learning about molecule naming at the beginning of Organic Chemistry. For some reason, the name popped into my head and stuck. There can be no such molecule as methyl ethyl aldehyde, by the way, which is part of the reason I love it. The name just flows. Anyway, I vowed that day that someday I would discover a molecule and name it methyl ethyl aldehyde, no matter what the compound actually was, just so that future students would puzzle and gripe about it. Having since decided that this was a stupid plan, I decided it would make a decent blog title instead.

The title and the story behind it should actually be pretty indicative of how I think - I'm a scientist at heart with a lack of common sense and an overgrown sense of repressed mischievousness. Some of this blog will be science but the vast majority of it won't be. If that sounds appealing to you (or even if it doesn't), you're welcome to come by here any time you'd like.