Imagine a party attended by sports fans and meteorologists.  Would the innocuous conversations between strangers be about quantum mechanics, the promise and science of stem cells, and/or the forgotten novels of Victorian women writers?

Math babes have prime measurements.

After math dudes do it, they check their work.

Isaac Newton started his theory of gravity several times, but he invariably dropped the ball.

From Prof. Oddfellow's sketchbook:

This piece was inspired by a poster by The Small Stakes for the band Mates of State.  The poster shows overlapping fingerprints in red ink.  We imagined a bumbling detective with a romantic streak.

Strato-ellipsus clouds form in the typosphere.

Party goer to mathematician: What's your line?
Mathematician: Two planes.
Party goer: Humph!  Well, I have a Cessna, but I don't brag about it.

Do amoebas believe in an afterlife? 

They're divided on the issue.

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

This priceless gem is from Dr. Boli's Encyclopedia of Misinformation:

"It is a little-known fact of psychological history that Rorschach consistently failed his own test."

Hospitals are getting tough on uninsured crash test dummies.

You might call these sheep.

The leader of this flock is the bellwether.

They can charge for long distances.

Did you hear that the Dalai Lama has a detached retinue?

(Thanks, Mike!)

This was the eighth place I visited yesterday.

What was John Venn's mother's favorite scolding? 

"You're well out of line."

Did you hear that Hanes is making their 50/50 t-shirts look better?  They're coming out with the 20/20's.

Dinner is late lamented, but my julep is lately minted.

Where and when are you likely to find the best wine, wafers, and cheese cubes?  Napa Valley, Communion Sunday.