Over the past few weeks, I’ve been getting links to the Science Scouts from different friends and acquaintances. I think they thought it was funny – after all, I’m a working scientist, I write on this blog, and I’m already a Girl Scout. What they don’t realize is that I’ve already earned a metric buttload of their badges.
You can see some of them below the fold.
The “talking science” badge. I pretty much never shut up about
it. I once rhapsodized over the impressive dissection techniques of the
butchers at the slaughterhouse where I was collecting tissue for my
dissertation. At the dinner table. On Thanksgiving. It took me a while
to notice that no one else was eating.
The “I blog about science” badge. C’mon, look where you are.
The “I’ve touched human internal organs with my own hands” badge. Ah, the joys of anatomy class.
The “statistical linear regression” badge. But what really gets you are the nonparametric datasets.
The “experienced with electrical shock” badge, Level III. A
fish tank, spilled water on the floor, and the switch for the filter.
That really hurt.
The “inordinately fond of invertebrates” badge. I love to watch ‘em. Love to teach about ‘em. Love to eat ‘em.
The “I know what a tadpole is” badge. Because I know what a tadpole is. I’ve even raised them into little toads.
The “I’ve eaten what I study” badge. Nothing weird -- don't be alarmed. I helped out with the dissections at the Alabama Deep Sea Fishing Rodeo one year.
The “world’s foremost expert on an obscure subject” in
conjunction with
the “sexing up science” badge. In a way, my scientific research focuses on copulation. A while back, PZ Myers blogged about it .
So, where's the troop meeting?
Golly Miss Science Scout, you need to start your own troop! Just keep it going for a few years so our little one can participate!
Posted by: Brian Rogers | March 23, 2007 at 06:50 AM