I think you need to add that to your sabbatical to-do list: organizing your [trouser] socks. This is ridiculous. I don’t think you have three matching pairs in this pile [of more than 20 socks].
It’s [perfectionism] like the Beethoven in me. I need a little more Mozart in me.
[big sigh] I feel like Charlie Brown.
You think physicists wait for journals to come out? No. They just Tweet each other.
I’m pretty sure I had a dream about bacon-wrapped meatloaf.
Sometimes, you think you’re having a conversation, but you’re really giving a lecture.
— as I tried to tell him about a novel I read
I have a problem with the very first sentence if this article…”Publication of scientific content has been one of the areas to benefit from the emergence of the Internet.”… I thought that was porn.
Will you give me my chocolate bunny? I’m gonna eat its ears.
— On Easter (and, yes, Brian gets an Easter basket every year…. This year it has Calphalon cookware)
People from Windsor, I’ve found, are very weird.
You don’t need an excuse for me to wait on you, Sweetie.
That’s how I got so fat [as a boy], Chel. I was in pain.
— about wanting to eat junk food while mourning Syeeda, the cat
Those look like slides from an astronomy course, Michelle.
— about by slides for stats class
