A post about poop

I sing about poop a lot. I don't know why.

As most human beings do, I tend to have several songs running through my head everyday. As some human beings do, I tend to sing aloud the songs that are running through my head. And as at least one human being does (me), I change the lyrics of the song in order to make the song be about poop.

Here is what I was singing this morning.

(To the tune of John Cougar Mellencamp's Hurt So Good)
Poop too much
C'mon babe you know you poop too much
Sometimes poop don't smell like it should
You know you
Poop too much

Here is a short video of me singing this wondrous song (Note: It might be hard to hear, I'm in my grad student study place and there were some people right outside the GLASS DOOR, so I'm singin' a little quiet-like.)







Sometimes, I wonder about my muse.


I like to think, sometimes, that my muse is a happy angel!






Other times, I think my muse is one cool cat.








But today I fear that I have seen my muse for what it is.

Goodbye Man of Science, we literally never knew Ye

Hello HIA.
Just a quick note to tell ya'll ya'll that Man of Science is kaput, out-a-here, gone daddy gone. And that's OK! I mean what, one post maybe? I think that's about all the loser came up with in the span of three years. It seems that I was not inspired by the persona of a crotchety, pedantic, ranting Scientist guy. Or maybe I was just busy and kind of shy. Who really knows. That muse has flown.

So Man of Science has been replaced by my regular 'ol nickname over in the contributors list over yonder. I feel much freer now to post about any old thing--like poop and stuff.