The Biology of B-Movie Monsters

When Nerds Attack! This is awesome. Science applied to B-movies. You gotta be a little geeky to want to read it, but it’s fascinating.

The Biology of B-Movie Monsters

As for the contest with the spider, the battle is indeed biased, but not the way the movie would have you believe. Certainly the spider has a wicked set of poison fangs and some advantage because it wears its skeleton on the outside, where it can function as armor. But our hero, because of his increased metabolic rate, will be bouncing around like a mouse on amphetamines. He wouldn’t struggle to lift the sewing needle–he’d wield it like a rapier because his relative strength has increased about 70 fold. The forces that a muscle can produce are proportional to its cross-sectional area (length squared), while body mass is proportional to volume (length cubed). The ratio of an animal’s ability to generate force to its body mass scales approximately as 1/length; smaller animals are proportionally stronger. This geometric truth explains why an ant can famously life 50 times its body weight, while we can barely get the groceries up the stairs; were we the size of ants, we could lift 50 times our body weight, too. As for the Shrinking Man, pity the poor spider.

Found (where else) at Boing, Boing

Another run-on entry

Well, after talking smack in the comments yesterday, this morning I had the hardest time keeping my heart rate under control during my run. It just kept creeping over 160. All in all not a bad run, at all, just bothered me that it was doing that.

I think I didn’t have enough water to drink yesterday. Yeah, that’s it.

38 minutes, 2.9 miles, to save you the math that is 13.10/mile or 4.6 mph.

Knocking one out of the park

I found Shakespeare’s Sister through this at Evil Mommy’s.

Nothing seems to matter to Americans until it directly affects them, and, by then, it’s almost always too late.

It hurts, because it’s true. Read the whole thing.

Then, go visit Mark, who sparked the entry, here’s a tidbit:

The death knell for our secular, balanced-power democracy will be sounded before a somnambulant, unconcerned, and flaccidly assenting silent majority. To pass off the final outrage, it will only be necessary to whip up the basest xenophobic terror. The Final Dismantling will be performed by bureaucrats promising liberty from a “new fascism” by imposing one. They will promise peace through war. They will promise freedom through arbitrary detention, and human rights through torture. They will label thoughtful discussion as treason, and careful analysis as unserious.

Sound familiar? That’s because most of their work is already done.

I try not to dwell on these things, because not only do they make me feel small and depressed, they scare the piss out of me thinking of what kind of world country we are leaving our children.

“Gee, kids, sorry about that. Remember all those things I’ve told you about? Like going places and wearing a t-shirt that said something unpopular, or writing a blog entry critical of one of our fearless leaders? Sorry you can’t do that anymore. Oh, sorry, my break’s over, I must return to my cell.”

Think it can’t happen? Think those in charge don’t want to discredit and sweep aside anyone who gets in their way? Then I dare say you haven’t been paying attention.