I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
So I've got about an hour left to work with the desk. AKA the huge pain in my ass. Do you want more pictures?
My dad told me about Erdos, and it went like this: he needed cataract surgery and asked if he could do math. And the guys were thinking, sure he can do math after the surgery just like before, so they said yes.
He goes in to have the surgery done, and went, 'I want to do math now.'
And they all went, 'wait, what, now?'
He refused to let them do the surgery until they called up a dude from the nearest university to do math with him. Boom.
All throughout the day, I went, 'I want to do math now,' and giggled. i think it's because I understand. When I went in for my MRI, I was like, but I brought a whole bag of comics, 30 minutes, and I can't do comics? Look, Erdos likes math more than me. A lot more than me. But his fandom is math, and Erdos, my friend, I can totally understand fandom.
I think I was tickled pink that he understood what it was to love something that much. It turns out this story was from The Man Who Loved Only Numbers, so I took the book from the library, and found the incomplete - on MU - volume of Deadpool that comes after his wedding volume.