I didn’t care, until it happened to me! TO ME!!!

A ball, however tiny, has 3 dimensions, it has a surface that moves around a mathematical point at the center of the sphere.
A point of zero dimensions has no diameter nor perimeter, no surface with which to spin. Yet when influenced by a magnetic field, a point-like indivisible particle behaves as if it does spin.

As Chief Brody might say, we’re gonna need a bigger math!
How about imaginary numbers and the complex plane?
Now add the Uncertainty Principle, just for shits ‘n’ giggles!
Probability space! Probability amplitudes and polarizations!

Where’s my man Maxwell at?
Also - should he get his own, or be placed along with Faraday, like Crick & Watson.

QCP!

That’s in the US. Over at CERN they call 'em Truth and Beauty, and I really want that to stick.

Up peas / Down peas
Strange peas / Charmed peas
Truth peas / Beauty peas

For a more accurate map, erase everything south of Rome, including Sicily, as well as Corsica and Sardinia. At the northern end of things, probably also Ireland and Scotland.
Then make four new tiny islands and name them Barcelona, Munich, Amsterdam and Prague.

Somehow, They Fly Now has returned.

Take me home
ALL GLORY TO THE COUNTRY HYPNOTOAD

Take me home
ALL GLORY TO THE COUNTRY HYPNOTOAD

A sign of decay in management. The Roman Empire suffered just such a phenomenon, only with other details.

If this was analogous to the rise and fall of the Roman Empire, what would be the equivalent historical point?
Elagabalus? Maybe that time the title of emperor went to the biggest bidder and the guy lasted for a day? We need a Rough Roman Meme for this.

boolean root beer float

Which would be very much in the spirit of the movie.

Now to zoom out one extra level, imagine the article was A.I.-generated drivel. It’s probably not but go with the premise: Patrick Bateman has entered A.I. hallucinations! What is the real Patrick Bateman vs the A.I.-generated hallucination one?
Sounds like a fanfic sequel elevator pitch.

Oh no, no no no… it’s all part of God’s plan!

Ouchies

GODDAMN, JIMMY!

I’m gonna make y’all uncomfortable from muscle memory with another caption:
No internet, waiting for the ISP tech guy to arrive.

I can’t hear it. I can, however, smell it. Intensely.
It may be the acid kicking in, though.

Centurion Haddock in the times of Elagabalus.

EDIT: Hadocus?