Saturday, June 11, 2005


So I'm getting together my committee for my thesis defence right now. I've got an off-site reader, a theorist (known for asking soft-ball questions), and a couple of others--and I'm also thinking about asking this one junior (very junior--he makes the transition from post-doc next week) professor to be on the committee, just because he blushes and stammers whenever I make direct eye contact with him. Not only is that very entertaining but it lends itself to certain...abuses.

Scene: the examination after my public talk
Prof: Can you be more specific about the calibration (I show a little leg) meth... er... what?

heh heh heh.


evilsciencechick said...


Sadly, my commitee is made up of old fart married men and two women.

I bribe them with food.

Ray in New Orleans said...

Ahem. Since when are old fart married men not distracted by a little leg?