When I become a superhero, you will know why

Sunday, June 01, 2008



I walk by this almost everyday and I absolutely LOVE this sign. I like to think that if I were to go through that door and enter the RADIATION LABORATORY, take a left and wander into the CYCLOTRON that my dreams of a super power will come true.

Alas, I fear I will merely be transformed into "Sarcasm Girl" and no one will know the difference. Or perhaps "Unwilling Soccer Mom"...or "Perpetually Twists her ankle while wearing clogs, yet persists in wearing clogs because they are so convenient Lady."

7 Baleful Regards:

2amsomewhere said...

It's not enough that it's a radiation laboratory, it's a cyclotron, too! All that's missing is a Ronco commercial telling us which store chains are selling it.

Your description of less than stellar superhero categories reminds me of a regrettable Saturday Night Live sketch called "The Interesting Four".

Google it, and I think you'll find some cursory descriptions thereof. Alas, no YouTube clip available.

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2amsomewhere

mamatulip said...

I had to go to google to find out what the hell a cyclotron is.

Woman with kids said...

I'd prefer to be Sarcasm Lady... I'm afraid I'd end up as Killer Gas Girl and then where would I be?

Ruth Dynamite said...

I want a cyclotron.

velocibadgergirl said...

Best. Sign. Ever.

Fraulein N said...

Am SO glad I'm not the only one who had to look up what the hell a cyclotron is. I feel like it should have an exclamation point after it. Cyclotron! Of The Future!

Katherine said...

Okay, I know this isn't a timely post, but I've actually conducted experiments at a cyclotron. Based on my experiences, time in a radiation lab is less likely to make you a super hero than a ginormous nerd. One can expect very long hours under ground (or in lead-lined concrete bunkers) with other nerds as company, gallons of extremely bad coffee, fast-food meals grabbed at odd hours, and mind-numbing sounds ranging from a persistent chugging noise (not us) to unexpected venting of gasses (sometimes us), and sundry whistles and alarms. My experiments aren't anything elegant, like trying to understand the God particle. I'm there to ensure that your satellite tv won't conk out during "My Name is Earl" or that your cell phone won't hang up while you're asking your husband to take a chicken out of the freezer. : )

Come to think of it, though, this is exactly the sort of post one would write if we didn't want the general public demanding super powers. Never mind. Huh! I wonder why that black government van is pulling up in my driveway?

 
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