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Light Bulb - Sci.Math Readers

Q: How many sci.math readers does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: Pi. Two hold the ladder, one the bulb, but something irrational remains about it.

Ben Franklin's Inspiration

Most folks believe that Ben Franklin discovered electricity with his famous kite experiment. Actually, a woman made that discovery possible. The real story was that Ben Franklin was laying in bed with his wife one night, leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She told him to go fly a kite. The rest is history.

Odd Thoughts

Q: You know what's odd?

A: Numbers not divisible by 2.

We Have Control

Q: What do you have if you're 16.5 feet into the Twilight Zone?

A: One Rod Serling!

Geologist's Come-All-Ye

The Geologist's Come-All-Ye (a folksong) by Brenna Lorenz

Come all ye lads and you will hear About the life that we love dear, Refrain: With our diddle-air-re-oh, falling rock away, knock it down, Fall-di-knock-a-rock-away, me laddie-oh! Geologists all bold and strong, We are the subject of this song. We get up with the rising sun And map until the day is done. We walk two hundred miles a day, And study rocks along the way. We fight our way through brush and trees And slog through bog up to our knees. When flies are thick, then we don't walk, They carry us from rock to rock. We swing our hammers with a whack, Take home an outcrop on our backs. Nine hundred pounds of rock or more Is just an average daily score. If we run out of food to eat There's always rock beneath our feet. There's nothing quite like granite stew 'Though graptolites are some good, too. In the evening to the clubs we flock, To drink Dominion and Old Stock. Here's to your health and our health, too, May your life prove as good to you, As our...