The Blue Collar Scientist

04/04/2026

I hate when that happens

03/07/2026

02/25/2026

Another satisfied client 🤣

02/02/2026

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They were really onto something 🔭✨

01/04/2026

Frito Bandito and WC Frito (who replaced him) pencil toppers from Fritos from the 70s

12/22/2025

The United States when left in the fridge for a week

11/26/2025

Happy State of Jefferson Independence Day (1941).

Explorer, soldier, and presidential candidate, John C. Fremont had a talent for doing the right things at the wrong time.

11/16/2025

If you know, you know.

That sound still haunts your dreams.

Dozens of plastic recorders.

All playing different notes.

At different times.

At different volumes.

And somehow — all wrong.

The teacher tried her best.

She waved her baton like she was conducting the New York Philharmonic.

But we were just a pack of 8-year-olds, blasting “Hot Cross Buns” like it was a war horn.

No one was on the same beat.

Half the class forgot to cover the holes.

Someone always giggled and squeaked.

It was chaos.

Pure, shrieking chaos.

But man, it was part of growing up.

That little white recorder was a rite of passage.

You’d take it home in your backpack.

Practice for five minutes.

Drive your parents insane.

And then proudly play in the spring concert like it was Carnegie Hall.

Those were the days before tablets and auto-tune.

Before perfect sound and endless distractions.

Just us.

A room full of kids.

And the glorious sound of determination — and maybe a little pain.

Because even though it was terrible, it was real.

And that’s what made it beautiful.