to think that Scientists just are n't putting in enough effort.

[CarefullEugene]

I want time travel, parallel universes and memory wiping.
I want to suspend my kids in stasis whilst I grasp exciting full on career opportunities a hundred miles away.
I want a parallel universe so that I can see if the electricity between me & 'him' could have sustained a full on relationship. Surely that not too much to ask?

Higgs Bosun, pah, where's my sci-fi dream promises you lazy cancer curing Scientists.

On that basis, please can I have some adorable little house-hippos - just like I've seen on TV. Oh, hang on...

Oh FFS - get a sense of humour folks.
The OP was lighthearted and amusing.

I refuse to believe that any ACTUAL real scientists would be so ignorant as to not be able to read the OP for what it was. How the fuck did you get through Uni?

SO if any more "scientist" would like to come on the thread to bitch can I please direct them to sleb twaddle or some such.

Even if scientists did find a cute for all cancers they'd be disallowed from sharing the cures by the multinational drug companies.

hilariously bad reactions on this thread.

She was being ironic. I'm also amazed that educated people can't interpret this.

Love the idea of a NSOH database - now that would be a useful innovation.

Yes, rainy, we are all in the pockets of big pharma.
And on another note, I thought it was funny up until the cancer part. jokes about cancer are never funny, certainly not for the people who have to deal with it every fucking day.
But while I'm here, I'd rather like a pause button.. To press when it all gets too much.

So, what scientists really need to invent is a way of reinserting the sense of humour that some of them had surgically removed at birth, judging from some of the posts here...

It wasn't a joke about cancer. It was a joke about herself. Wanting all these daft things when there's this real stuff to be done.

It was really self-deprecation dressed up as self-aggrandisement.

I bet OP really does wish she had a time machine so she could go back and change her post and prevent all this hand wringing some of you lot are doing.

Bernard's watch- THIS HAS TO HAPPEN! Although would I age at the same rate? Genuine concern.

No, the second post was a joke about cancer. The things OP was talking about were related to physics, not biology. There was no need for it.

I complained about the lack of time-travel and space travel to the Physics teachers in my place.

They gave me some bollocks about rules of Physics and stuff, and muttered somethign about 'bloody ENglish teachers and their over-active imaginations.'

Strangely, I was talking to a colleague the other day about Alzheimers, which has affected both of our families and I said "They really need to get on and find a cure for that" and she said "Yeah, what's the hold up?". Sort of the same "joke" - as if they are not really trying.

This was just a throwaway chat between us - and a way of connecting and making something horrific into something handle-able for water-cooler chat purposes.

oh good lord so the problem is also that OP didn't make sense because it would be scientists of the wrong discipline giving up their cancer-curing to pursue time travel instead?

This has taken on a whole new level of weirdness. I think we may have discovered some sort of time-travel after all as I seem to be in a parallel freaky world of highly literal but randomly angry biologists.

Actually for the record I would just like to say... It's not just medics, biologists, biochemists etc.... physicists fight cancer too! What do you think a linear accelerator does!

I don't understand why the OP got blasted... But hey ho. Happens on MN sometimes. It's happened to all of us.

And its not about humour. We're not fucking thick. We get the sentiment, but it's still a bit crass.
OK, so if the OP had written:
Where's my sci-fi dream promises you lazy SIDS/autism/cerebral palsy/ etc curing scientists?
Would that still be funny?
No, it wouldn't. Not to everyone. You might get a different group of people protesting, but you'd still have caused offense.
Perhaps we need to start working on restoring the sensitivity gene in a few of you.

Hello

I'd like a time machine to wisk Mumsnet back to 2004 when we were all dialing up for a break from the long grind of parenthood. They used to update the number of posts since you'd last log on and ask you for money. Ah, it was grand.

Most of the tiime I'm a great example to my kids, smile at the school gate, leave comedy shopping list in supermarket trolleys, etc Mumsnet was my escape, my chance to connect with a bunch of highly literate strangers in an anonymous way, AIBU was for letting off steam, the other sections were for more serious responses.

I want top scientists to stop what they're doing, especially the cancer curing ones, and spend their time moderating this board so only the highly intelligent, clinging on to sanity, sat at home in their pants with a grin can post.

If they cure autism we'll never get anti-gravity shoes or light sabres :(

reminds self never to attempt standup at a scientists' convention.

Will just whisper jokes to CarefullEugene

Lightsabres will be like firearms and require safe storage and a licence. Little Johnny accidentally sliced off his arm you know.

Oh and dont get me started on hooverboards and helmets and the road/ hooverboard lane debates!

"Where's my sci-fi dream promises you lazy SIDS/autism/cerebral palsy/ etc curing scientists?
Would that still be funny?"

Yes. It's the same joke.

Im still waiting for the indestructible CD Maggie Philbin promised us.

Bugger me, there are some precious sods around!

yes and Judith Hann did something about cars made out of sponge (like bathroom sponge, not cake, although...yum). Instead of crashing and breaking people they would sort of squish softly but somehow still protect the people inside.

Would really like one of those. Also presumably it would be self-cleaning and come with its own bucket of soapy water.

Apologies to any sponge scientists offended by anything during the course of this post.