OK. Got a permanent visit from these two chuckleheads of SCIENCE!
Talking bobbleheads of Adam Savage (eyebrows included) and Jamie Hyneman! Suitably enough, Adam's the one strapped to the rocket with Jamie holding the launch button. Clearly this is a horrible decision as Adam throws off the center of mass of the rocket, bears nothing for aerodyamic stability, and boosts the profile of the rocket, creating extra drag. Oh, and I'm sure being strapped to a rocket is unsafe or somesuch. They're made of some durable and rather weighty material whose compressive, tensile, and torsional strength I would enjoy testing in an Instron had it not been for the visages of these two patron saints of violent energy release and destructive testing.
These two would go great either at the apartment for personal inspiration or potentially at the desk at work in case I need a bit of encouragement. Blessedly, the talking function does not activate by making the heads bobble, which I imagine could make them sensitive to the point that they might go off randomly in the middle of the night. Instead, it's activated by pushing a button on the base of their respective stands, tripping a pressure transducer, which signals the playback of one of several pre-recorded quips played randomly, creating pressure waves which travel at approximately in 1236 kph in air (consisting of mostly nitrogen, oxygen, and trace gases. This will vary depending on temperature, pressure, and liquids/gases present). As the vibrations reach the ear, they are conducted mechanically prior to signal transduction, allowing them to travel to and be recognized by the Wernicke's area in the temporal lobe of the brain.
...Except I forgot to put batteries in them. Expecting a heaping helping of "I reject your reality and substitute my own", "failure is always an option", and "when in doubt, C4" once I do. Until then, they'll be proving once again that the ladies (and Airman) love men of science.
With the name, location, nature of the gift, and limited mannerisms present, I'd wager this is from Jam-Kiske/Jana's kid sister or a clever act of deception. Either that or I botched the perception check. Based on some of the goodies I've seen here, y'all can be pretty keen with the swag.
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I know. More than 5 and half years after graduation, 6 temp jobs, dozens of interviews in several states, hundreds of phone calls and thousands of applications after I first began looking for a job, I finally found a place to hang my lab coat. I don't hang my hat up since that needs to go in the biohazard disposables bin with the nitrile gloves.
