2011-02-02
Original: 2011-02-02 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1 (header: ARTIST)
A person (brown hair, seen from behind) speaks to a mustached man in a jacket: "You're 45 and you haven't written anything great yet? You have no hope."
Panel 2 (header: SCIENTIST)
A person (dark hair, glasses, seen from behind) speaks to a worried young man with red hair in a green shirt: "You're 25 and you haven't discovered anything important yet? You have no hope."
Panel 3 (header: MATHEMATICIAN)
An older man (white hair, glasses, seen from behind) speaks to a worried woman holding a baby: "Sorry, ma'am. You know, by the time Gauss was 0.7, he only pooped on prime numbered days."
Votey:
(header: BABY GAUSS)
A grumpy baby (baby Gauss) scowls and says: "Damn you, day 28.!"
A person (brown hair, seen from behind) speaks to a mustached man in a jacket: "You're 45 and you haven't written anything great yet? You have no hope."
Panel 2 (header: SCIENTIST)
A person (dark hair, glasses, seen from behind) speaks to a worried young man with red hair in a green shirt: "You're 25 and you haven't discovered anything important yet? You have no hope."
Panel 3 (header: MATHEMATICIAN)
An older man (white hair, glasses, seen from behind) speaks to a worried woman holding a baby: "Sorry, ma'am. You know, by the time Gauss was 0.7, he only pooped on prime numbered days."
Votey:
(header: BABY GAUSS)
A grumpy baby (baby Gauss) scowls and says: "Damn you, day 28.!"
Alt text
A three-panel SMBC comic, each panel headed by a profession. ARTIST: a figure tells a mustached man, "You're 45 and you haven't written anything great yet? You have no hope." SCIENTIST: a figure tells a worried red-haired young man, "You're 25 and you haven't discovered anything important yet? You have no hope." MATHEMATICIAN: an older man tells a woman cradling a baby, "Sorry, ma'am. You know, by the time Gauss was 0.7, he only pooped on prime numbered days." The escalating prodigy standard ends absurdly at infancy. Votey, headed BABY GAUSS: a scowling baby glares and grumbles, "Damn you, day 28.!" — 28 not being a prime number.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.