Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Great Moments in Scientific Achievement, Part Un (French for “Uhh…”)

Every once in a while scientists conduct a study that proves to be a watershed moment in the history of scientific achievement. These hard working nerd-people dig deep into the mysteries of our world in their never ending quest for knowledge. They seek to increase our collective understanding of the world through intensive and rigorous testing, study, and experimentation. These people aren’t in it for the glory, or the fame. They don’t care that nobody knows they were the Captain of their college Dungeons and Dragons team, or that they were the only one out of the sixteen people dressed as Klingons at the Science Department Halloween party that could actually speak Klingon.

Why just last night on NOVA: Science Now (yeah, yeah, I know. Paris Hilton’s New BFF wasn’t on yet), I learned from one delightful scientist fellow that Leeches have many roles to play in the medical field, some of them quite helpful. I had previously thought that Leeches’ roles in the medical field were confined to the ambulance-chasing malpractice lawyer and the health-care reform pushing politician. Turns out they have other uses, like sucking pus and blood and rotten shit out of gangrenous wounds. A less glamorous, but eerily similar role to that of the lawyers and politicians. I also learned from some other astronomer-scientist types that the people involved in the SETI search for intelligent life in the universe project are now composed of under 80% Trekkies, a startling achievement on the road to acceptance by the public at large. It was also interesting to learn that in order to set a baseline for the intelligence detecting instrument, the scientists trained it on the US Congress, and were able to calibrate the machine to absolute zero! Good thinking, geeks!

Seeing some of the great work being done out in the world of scientific investigation made it all the more worrisome when I stumbled across the following headline; not exactly one of those watershed moments in scientific history:

“Study Suggests Binge Drinking Affects Memory”

Well I guess this is where the rubber meets the road, so to speak. If the nerds that conducted this particular study had spent more time at frat parties and less time signing up for Psyc Department studies as guinea pigs, they wouldn’t have needed to conduct this study at all. Those of us who have undertaken “binge drinking” (or as we used to call it “drinking”) could have told anyone that would listen that of course binge drinking affects memory. It is simple mental self preservation. If it didn’t affect memory, how the hell would we have been able to live through this:

Just takin' it easy

Without binge drinking affecting our memory, imagine our embarrassment when people found out our parents had never shown us how to sit properly on a bench? Thank God our friends were nice enough to be respectful about our disability and not point out that we had shown our handicap while under the influence of binge drink.

Nice relaxing afternoon at the lake.

The memory-affecting qualities of binge drinking cushioned this poor girl from having to remember her sudden bout of narcolepsy at her Grandparents’ garden party. She was probably better off not knowing that she had dozed off in the middle of Grandma’s “Tour of the Tulips.”

Pissing his pants is the least of his worries

Luckily for this happily dozing binge drinker, his lack of memory of the evening’s events should prevent him from having to deal with the triple mental trauma of the memories of pissing himself, wearing a Hulkamania T-Shirt, and being caught on camera drinking a Miller Lite.

Let's never speak of this again.

Now here’s a perfect example of binge drinking’s ability to take a potentially reputation-smearing, life-altering event and turn it into a hazy, imperceptible, shadowy memory that is almost impossible to recall, if it can be recalled at all. The poor fellow on the left has probably battled car sickness since he was a small child, or perhaps he had a bad prawn at dinner that night. Either way, he can’t be blamed for the action occurring in the photo above. If he had any sense at all, he would have begun binge-drinking immediately after this photo was taken, and not stopped until the incident was buried deeply in his subconscious. It would probably be recommended that his somewhat startled companions might also want to binge-drink this particular memory away as well.

Despite all of the good work being done by scientists around the world, they didn’t exactly hit one out of the park with this study. They could have saved a lot of time and money by just doing a little binge-drinking, blacking out, waking up, looking at their vomit stained shirt and piss-soaked pants, and saying to themselves “Ahhh…I see.”

10 comments:

  1. Thanks for blacking out my eyes, Honey, now no one will know it's me! Hugs!

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  2. This brings back memories, son. That mother of yours sure used to be a lot of fun, before she stopped the binge drinking.

    Oh, and you know goddamn well we showed you the right way to sit on a bench, you were just too much of a goddamned moron to get it right. Things haven't changed much.

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  3. @ Mom: It's the least I could do, Mom. How could I not respect the one who taught me everything I know and love about binge drinking?

    @ Dad: Fuck you, you cadaverous old prick. Hugs!

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  4. I want to know who in the hell is impersonating me!!!!Other than the chick on the picnic table, that is - tee hee!!!! Just who in the hell is "Mom"????

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  5. Why Mummy, it's me! And you! This is what you get for all those years of dressing me up as a girl when I was a small child.

    Let's just hope it doesn't all turn out like "Psycho."

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  6. cadaverous!!...I will have you know my complexion is not death gray but a nice rosy red created by the blood pressure rising from the latest binge...besides cadavers don't have beer bellys'...do they?

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  7. Sometimes. After they've been left out in the sun a little while. Well, as long as you don't accidentally poke them with a needle.

    Who are you anyway, anonymous? You sound a lot like my judgmental, demanding, and cadaverous father.

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  8. I hate to say it, but I actually made out with the guy in the last pic...after he barfed.

    Boy, it feels good to get that off my chest...

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  9. OMG!!! You too! God, that guy is such a man-whore he-bitch.

    What did you use to get it off your chest? I tried one of those new Tide pens, but it didn't quite remove all the macaroni.

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  10. PS FYI, at first your comment made me throw up in my mouth a little. Does anything scare you Alberta girls (except Sales Tax and Dudes who drive Priuses)?

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