I saw something similar as a kid. My buddy and I were walking back from a snack run in the early, orange evening and saw a bright light about midway from horizon to directly above, westish. We argued which planet it could be (both of us huge nerds) when we saw it get brighter, much brighter, then shoot off like a meteorite.

After debating it late that night, and wondering for months, I learned about atmospheric refraction and other phenomena that can mirror objects and lights, even ones on the ground. Even though it wasn’t a UFO, it sparked an appreciation for meteorology and physics at an early age.

If I could transport my mind into my childhood body with a fedora, I would go back to about three when I could say weird shit without drawing too much attention.

Then it’s just a matter of time to build my brand on the internet. I’ll start in yahoo chat rooms, responding to anyone who types 16/F/Cali, I will call them females and tell them about my sword collection. I will claim to be a ninja.

As I grow older, my methods will become more sophisticated, cell phones will open up dating apps to my awkward and slightly offensive communication. I’ll be the first to post unironic pictures of myself with a trenchcoat and swords to MySpace, thereby preventing columbine through the power of cringe.

I’ll start the incel movement a decade ahead, only to be revealed as a ten year old kid, shaming everyone involved. Then I’ll get a youtube channel and be the first gamer, playing and reviewing games while alluding to controversial opinions on immigrants and the gays, growing so big in an empty market and crashing so hard it’ll never start again, when it comes out that I roleplay as a gay femboy on tumblr.

I will take the cringe upon myself to save the world from its sins. I will be the Edgelord and savior.

Purpose: To discover if different coloured skittles have distinctive flavours to the human palette.

Hypothesis: Skittles have distinctive flavours but can not be differentiated without visual cues ie. colour.

2.5. Counter-Thesis: Skittles have distinctive flavours and can be detected without seeing their colour.

Materials: 1lb bag of skittles, 30 plastic easter eggs, blindfold, notepad, scissors, red pen, blue pen, science tongs

Procedure: Skittles will be separated by colour and placed into plastic easter eggs in groups of five(5) per egg. A folded piece of paper will have the colour of the skittles written in blue(blue) pen ink. The participants will be blindfolded so as not to see the colour of the skittles. After eating the skittles and making a colour guess, the guess will be written down in red(red) ink and placed inside the egg. Once all eggs have been consumed, they will be opened and have the actual colour (in blue ink) compared to the guess (red ink) and logged for comparison. The double blind will prevent the tester from subconsciously influencing the participant’s guess as neither testers nor participants will know the actual colour(in blue) until all skittles have been consumed. Three participants will be isolated from each other and tested subsequently.

Observations: Correct guesses:

Participant A: 24/30

Participant B: 25/30

Participant C: 19/30

Conclusions: Yellow and Green were most commonly mixed up, but the participants correctly guessed the skittle colours at a rate higher than chance, proving that skittles have uniquely differentiated flavours. ad. Participant C was the only smoker, and other studies indicate that smoking reduces ability to taste.

In all likelihood, this is the work of man. Conventional wisdom tells us that deer can not put on clothing, no matter how simple the design. And yet, let me tell you about deer.

Not long ago I moved to a small town nestled in lake country. My first week here I ran into a bear as one might run into a neighbour in line at the grocery store, both of us picking up some berries from nature’s free shop. Foxes, wolves and otters are common sightings, too, but none of them so bold as the deer.

A deer can jump a six foot fence like a tissue floating on wind, so when I decided to garden, I caged the whole thing up. I look left and I look right, and then I open the wood and wire door to check on my pumpkins to an audible snort, deer just behind me, waiting to get at my peas.

A deer figured out the gate to the deck and ate all my tomatoes. I chased after one, trying to help, because it got the whole tomato cage stuck on it’s head like an avant-garde muzzle, it wore it for a week. A deer begged my friend for her wendy’s fries and ate them from her hand, we posted a picture and three people said “Oh yeah, that’s Bernie.” A deer broke my plastic garden chair by trying to sleep in it. Just today, I was scattering salt and sand over the walkway when a deer pranced over and stuck it’s whole head in the scoop/shaker thing while I still held it.

I don’t encourage the deer, I don’t feed them or start conversations, but to them we’re all one weird tribe. They bring their kids to the yard in the morning to hang out, sometimes waiting by the door for me to come outside with my coffee. Sometimes they have neon flagging tape or chicken wire stuck in their antlers, and they won’t let me take it out. Sometimes they have orphaned mits in their mouths, I don’t know where from, and they throw them at each other in a game I don’t understand.

I’m not saying a deer could put on a vest, no, but it was probably their idea.