A couple of weeks ago I reported that freelance FPGA design consultant and EE Times blogger Luke Miller has a hitherto unknown talent for cartooning. (Click here to see my previous blog on this topic, including two of Luke's original cartoons.)

@Betajet: He became quite friendly with the waitress who served him at his usual table.

The wife of one of my friend's in the UK has a Masters in bio-chemistry. Many years ago now (I mean before everyone had computers on their desks) she left work to have kids. When the kids were a bit older she decided to go back to work, but she didn't want a full-time position, so she ended up working for a temp agency.

One of her jobs ended up being at some sort of R&D facility. Apparently the head of the dept to which she was assigned was a real jerk who was convinced of his superiority and who treated people like secetaries as though they were idiots.

He gave her a technical paper to write up. She spotted a subtle error with one of his biochemical formulas. Once she'd finished, she waited until he was chatting with some other managers, then she approached them and handed over the paper and told him "You made a mistake in this formula" and explained the thing in detail using lots of technical jargon then smiled nicely and walked off leaving him with a very strange look on his face :-)

An an experiment, an engineer, a physicist, and a topologist are each locked in a room with a can of food but no can opener: all they have is pencil and paper.

The next day, the engineer's pencil and paper are unused, and the walls are covered with dents. The engineer is sitting on the floor eating from the open can: he threw it against the walls until it cracked open.

The physicist's paper is covered with formulas, there is one dent in the wall, and the physicist is eating too. He calculated exactly how to throw the can against the wall so it would crack open the first time.

When they open the topologist's room, the paper and walls are covered with formulas, the can is still closed, and the topologist has disappeared. There are strange noises coming from inside the can. Someone gets a can opener and opens it. The topologist pops out and says "Thanks guys!" and adds somewhat sheepishly "I got one of the signs wrong".

There once was a mathematician who always ate lunch at the same diner. He became quite friendly with the waitress who served him at his usual table.

One day he told her: "I'm going to bring a friend tomorrow and I want to play a joke on him. I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer: X squared over two. Got it? X squared over two."

She says fine, and the next day the mathematician brings his friend to lunch. At one point, the mathematician says: "You know, these days everybody knows calculus. Here, let me show you."

He signals the waitress, and when she comes he asks her: "What's the integral of x dx?"

She answers: "X squared over two... plus a constant."

[This is an important joke to tell your class when teaching calculus -- it's a great way to remember the constant.]

A Native American woman wants desperately to have a son, so she asks her tribe's shaman if there is something she can do to make sure she has a son instead of a daughter. He gives her a buffalo hide and tells her always to sleep on it. Another woman has the same request. He gives her an elk hide and tells her always to sleep on it.

A third woman has the same request. At this point the shaman has run low on hides, but he finds an old hippopotamus hide and gives it to the woman.

Nine months later the first two women give birth to sons, and the third gives birth to twin sons. There is much amazement over the twins and the people ask the shaman to explain this wonderful occurrence. He tells them that all shamans know that "the sons of the hippopotamus hide are always equal to the sum of the sons of the other two hides."

January 2016 Cartoon Caption ContestBob's punishment for missing his deadline was to be tied to his chair tantalizingly close to a disconnected cable, with one hand superglued to his desk and another to his chin, while the pages from his wall calendar were slowly torn away.122 comments

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