The logic of a mad scientician

Wayland invited his father over to watch the Duke basketball game tonight. I had bought a set of martini glasses this afternoon, which were sitting by the sink to be washed. Wayland says, "We need to hide the martini glasses before my dad comes over!" and sticks them in an unused (and until tonight, unnoticed) cabinet in the lab.

One Phillips screwdriver later, Wayland's dad is here, and we're waiting for the game to start. "Dad," Wayland says, "let me show you our latest project." And he pulls up our vodka-infusion blog on the big screen.

Brendan reports high levels of confusion.