my favorite doctor who thing I’ve ever seen was an interview with the special effects guy for the first doctor where they asked him if he was proud of the work he’d done on the show and he just straight up said “no”
Do you ever try to imagine your future and catch yourself assuming that climate change will just…stop being a thing at some nebulous and ill-defined point in time? And that you’ll be able to live your golden years back in “reality”, where you don’t have mass extinctions or geopolitical chaos or skies turning piss-yellow with wildfire smoke every summer or the need to aggressively scale-back energy consumption and radically alter modes of living? And then you remember that, even if all greenhouse gas emissions stopped tomorrow, there’s still at least several centuries of warming already queued up down the pike? And the fact that the world you grew up in and for which all of your formative experiences prepared you is gone forever and will never come back just slams into you like a sledgehammer in the nadgers?
Yeah.
*Gone forever, will never come back, and was in fact a lie in the first place
I remember someone saying “mad scientists in fiction aren’t scientists because there’s never a control group”
I think if you’ve created an elixir that turns people into goat men you have sort have gone past the need for a control group. The control group is not going to placebo themselves into goat men. You can probably not run the control group, and safely assume that none of them would have turned into goat men. That said, having a control group for that would make the mad scientist seem extra crazy and be really really funny, especially if he was carefully testing them for goat like features from the dyed water they drank instead of the elixir
day 5 of my new job as a magical warlord. Thought I solved the bug with the double-blind trials of the Capromorph Solution but it turns out the inhabitants of this village I have under my evil thrall just turn into goat men when exposed to water. “Great,” you might say, “works out fine for you, saves on ingredients” - it turns out if you combine a man with a goat you just get an unruly dumbass who wants to press his head into everything he doesn’t want to fuck and won’t stop blubbering because his balls hurt for so much as five minutes
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