Don't drink and derive

That was in the shirts of the UPPA (UP Physics Association) members... the geeks! :o

It amused me then and it amuses me now...

I mean, there is a chance that theories and formulas tried and tested can seem like crap in the hands of a drunk, albeit genius physicist. Now, Im not claiming to be any genius physicist (heck, thats the last thing I'll claim!) but I like to think of myself as a master manipulator (ask my parents).

Heck, even if Im not a master manipulator, Im obsessive compulsive, so I plan. I mean, I really, really plan! And I absolutely hate things getting so out of control (which might explain why Im developing misanthropic tendencies). Which was what happened yesterday.

Man oh man, the repercussions of last night's party was just well, unexpected. People rose from the grave, mutated roses blossomed and i got run over at least 10 times. And Kimi retired from the race. I thought the curse of my birthday stopped last year, but it seems the effects are not so apparent.

The derivation of life, people and their relationships is not a science. And Im no genius. And Im drunk.