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framlingemI made my favorite professor laugh today. Three times.
We were looking at and analyzing aerial photographs of bits of Los Angeles today, comparing black and white with true colour, false colour, and infrared to see what the differences are.
Nick: "Anyone got a guess as to what this is?" (It's a baseball stadium)
Me: "A volcano!" (It really does look like a volcano)
Nick: "Hee! It _does_ look like a volcano!"
Me: "It's on a fault line and everything!"
(That was funny number one. Yeah, I'm slightly geeky.)
After class, we were standing around waiting for the elevator (The Forestry building has the cooles elevator. The basement's not fully excavated, right, and there's a mini-forest inside the building, and the elevator's a glass one so you can see all the roots and different soils and stuff as you go down. It's really cool, and there's a few of make a point of riding it every chance we get, cus we're dorky like that), and Nick was bemoaning the fact that he's a cultural geographer and can't answer any of the physical geography / physics of light type questions that keep popping up.
Nick: "How many questions was that I couldn't answer today?"
Me: *thinks* "Three, I think."
Nick: "More like six. I suck."
Me and Laura: "No you don't."
Nick: *skeptical look*
Me: "Well... okay, yeah. But you suck specifically."
The third time was in the parking lot outside (No, I do not actually stalk this guy. It's just that the parking lot where his space is is right next to my place), and he was trying to figure out what the questions he got stumped on _were_, because he's the cool kind of prof who looks stuff up and gets back to you next class with the info and websites where you can learn more. Now, normally, I ask a lot of questions and verify stuff to make sure I have the ideas right.
Nick: "Wasn't one of them yours?"
Me: "No, I was a good little student today."
Then I bid him a good weekend (he's going home to Ottawa. Lucky bastard), he did likewise, and we went our seperate ways, and I spent my afternoon cleaning.
We were looking at and analyzing aerial photographs of bits of Los Angeles today, comparing black and white with true colour, false colour, and infrared to see what the differences are.
Nick: "Anyone got a guess as to what this is?" (It's a baseball stadium)
Me: "A volcano!" (It really does look like a volcano)
Nick: "Hee! It _does_ look like a volcano!"
Me: "It's on a fault line and everything!"
(That was funny number one. Yeah, I'm slightly geeky.)
After class, we were standing around waiting for the elevator (The Forestry building has the cooles elevator. The basement's not fully excavated, right, and there's a mini-forest inside the building, and the elevator's a glass one so you can see all the roots and different soils and stuff as you go down. It's really cool, and there's a few of make a point of riding it every chance we get, cus we're dorky like that), and Nick was bemoaning the fact that he's a cultural geographer and can't answer any of the physical geography / physics of light type questions that keep popping up.
Nick: "How many questions was that I couldn't answer today?"
Me: *thinks* "Three, I think."
Nick: "More like six. I suck."
Me and Laura: "No you don't."
Nick: *skeptical look*
Me: "Well... okay, yeah. But you suck specifically."
The third time was in the parking lot outside (No, I do not actually stalk this guy. It's just that the parking lot where his space is is right next to my place), and he was trying to figure out what the questions he got stumped on _were_, because he's the cool kind of prof who looks stuff up and gets back to you next class with the info and websites where you can learn more. Now, normally, I ask a lot of questions and verify stuff to make sure I have the ideas right.
Nick: "Wasn't one of them yours?"
Me: "No, I was a good little student today."
Then I bid him a good weekend (he's going home to Ottawa. Lucky bastard), he did likewise, and we went our seperate ways, and I spent my afternoon cleaning.
