I had a hunch the last arc was going to be a short groaner.
Must (guiltily) admit I hadn’t given any thought to what had happened to the other Annex tenants. I wonder if this means jetpacks are no longer being properly supressed?
What does it say to me that as soon as I saw “Maillard reaction” he was talking about cooking? I haven’t taken a cooking class in my life, nor do I know any more about chemistry or physics than I learned in Chem 1 and Phys 1 in high school…
Brian-M: Not if they let him keep his … whatever it is he used in work (thinking about it, I don’t remember if we ever saw Chris doing any actual work before today).
It does seem a bit like all the nice guys work in catering, though.
Poor Chris! When, oh when will the actual Skin Horse and all its associated departments get back together again! Either in Annex 1 or it’s equivalent. And BTW, I have not given up on the organization and scheming skills of Gavotte. This whole cycle might yet be her doing . . .
Doctor, doctor, bake my meal.
Give me something with appeal.
You have set out to confuse.
Make it hard for me to choose.
Doctor, doctor, make it toast.
Back up your insistent boast.
Radiant energy, resistant heat.
Maillard reaction can’t be beat.
Doctor, doctor, microwave.
Give the warming that I crave.
Rotate polar molecules.
Will it take a lot of joules?
Doctor, doctor, what to do?
Either process gets it through.
You put it like some physics freak.
But I still know of what you speak.
—from, well, I’m not certain where. I have some vague memory of Isaac Asimov writing something called “Doctor, Doctor, Cut My Throat,” but, if it’s not that, it’s an original.
And Chris has moved from officially working as a government mad (okay, irresponsible) scientist to being a sandwich shop flunky and probably conducting his own experiments in his garage. Would that make the fallout less or more widespread?
Really make your friends amazed! Nuke it with some gamma rays!
But that would require him to take the sandwich into the dentist’s office next-door in order for him to use the x-ray machine on it.
(Well, technically that would be X-rays and not gamma rays, but that’s pretty much a distinction without a difference.)
“Ride a barrel down the falls, then cook spaghetti with meatballs!”
From the Dept. of Radiation to working in a deli…*sigh*
Department of IRradiation.Very important difference.
And it’s not a deli. It’s a “Sammich” shop!
Yuge difference.
Well, in this job, he’s *still* irradiating…
And the Maillard reaction is what makes the brown crust of baked bread. Yes, I looked it up.
Sweetheart, you’ve been here, help him
I had a hunch the last arc was going to be a short groaner.
Must (guiltily) admit I hadn’t given any thought to what had happened to the other Annex tenants. I wonder if this means jetpacks are no longer being properly supressed?
Irradiation research has been privatized and is now at Fukushima and Chernobyl. Other agencies housed at Annex One may have survived the cuts.
Short, but not a groaner – I was laughing uncontrollably at the punchline. Still chuckle whenever I think of Director Doggy.
The Maillard reaction creates chemicals known to cause cancer. Tasty chemicals. Always pick the Maillard reaction!
(Though I don’t think that was ever an intended effect during the DoI’s experiments…)
But do they have a 250W CO2 laser with which to melt cheese?
So what happened with the AG-I guys?
What does it say to me that as soon as I saw “Maillard reaction” he was talking about cooking? I haven’t taken a cooking class in my life, nor do I know any more about chemistry or physics than I learned in Chem 1 and Phys 1 in high school…
My first thought was about beer making, because Maillard reactions are an important part of brewing.
Thanks to America’s Test Kitchen, I got this joke without the last panel. Thank you, public television!
Tell people you learned about it on Good Eats, slightly higher geek cred.
(Bryan in Phoenix?! Give Bear a call when he gets back from the con.)
Oh wow, new chapter!
Brian-M: Not if they let him keep his … whatever it is he used in work (thinking about it, I don’t remember if we ever saw Chris doing any actual work before today).
It does seem a bit like all the nice guys work in catering, though.
Chapter title is referencing The Westing Game… does that mean there’ll be cryptic clues leading to a hidden secret?
Poor Chris! When, oh when will the actual Skin Horse and all its associated departments get back together again! Either in Annex 1 or it’s equivalent. And BTW, I have not given up on the organization and scheming skills of Gavotte. This whole cycle might yet be her doing . . .
The only one missing from “actual Skin Horse” is Nick. The DoI was only “associated” with them in the sense that they had space in the same building.
You will notice the customer has a Baron Mistycorn handbag…
Doctor, doctor, bake my meal.
Give me something with appeal.
You have set out to confuse.
Make it hard for me to choose.
Doctor, doctor, make it toast.
Back up your insistent boast.
Radiant energy, resistant heat.
Maillard reaction can’t be beat.
Doctor, doctor, microwave.
Give the warming that I crave.
Rotate polar molecules.
Will it take a lot of joules?
Doctor, doctor, what to do?
Either process gets it through.
You put it like some physics freak.
But I still know of what you speak.
—from, well, I’m not certain where. I have some vague memory of Isaac Asimov writing something called “Doctor, Doctor, Cut My Throat,” but, if it’s not that, it’s an original.
Well, that changed over quickly.
And Chris has moved from officially working as a government mad (okay, irresponsible) scientist to being a sandwich shop flunky and probably conducting his own experiments in his garage. Would that make the fallout less or more widespread?
There are worse things than a doctorate in high energy physics: