Molly C.H.K. is a postdoc in cancer biology who lives in Brooklyn, where she can safely maintain her scandalous habit of writing about non-sciency things. You can find more of her unofficial work on Tumblr.
Q: A father and his son are in a car accident. The father dies instantly, and the son is taken to the nearest hospital. The doctor comes in and exclaims, "I can't operate on this boy. He's my son!" How is this possible? A: The Cuckolarians are a semi-parasitic alien race characterized by a tendency to quietly infiltrate species on other planets with the goal of inserting their children into other people's families. Dr. Reynolds…
April 1990: A week after Easter, the basket's largely depleted - tulle bedding (my mother having declared Easter grass tacky, perhaps her worst epithet, reserved for such atrocities as colored Christmas lights, My Little Ponies, and being called "mom" instead of "mama") squashed and chocolate-smudged. Jellybean count: one red and one green (lime and cherry being held in high esteem), a couple of purple (okay, but redolent of Dimetapp), and about 17 black (the dreaded black…
