# Humor

**10.** Benjamin Underwood can't see for squat but he gets around by making clicking noises and using echolocation to visualize the obstacles his radar sends back. Unless he was hit by a truck full of radioactive material and now wears red tights and carries a billy club, science has no explanation for this:

Want to impress me, Ben? Read this blog.

What is this looming population catastrophe? It's

**Elvis impersonators.**Even the Center for Disease Control has sounded the alarm about this issue. If the CDC is worried about an issue, so am I.

Russians, Americans and Chi-Coms all squared off against each other. Organized deception, intrigue, insults, reclusive personalities ... another day in international politics? Not this time. It's mathematicians. You think physicists are strange? Try to figure out mathematicians some time.*****

It starts with a bit of mathematical fluff called *the Poincaré conjecture*, encompasses certifiable silliness in the name of *string theory* and ends with a million dollars. You just don't get more intrigue than that.