Freshman year at OSU, my dorm roomie and I covered the back of our door with corkboard. Attached to the dartboard were clipped newspaper pix of various d-nozzles we couldn't stand, which we would then throw darts at. There was Gorbachev, Teddy K, Michael Dukakitch in his tank, etc, etc. One of the pix was of Kurt Vonnegut sitting indian-style. Anybody who's dart got Kurt in the groin was exempted from having to chip in during the next beer run.
Why Kurt Vonnegut? Well, he certainly met the d-nozzle prerequisite. And in high school AP English we had to read Ice-9. What a bunch of garbage. So a few minutes ago I was flipping through Instapundit and found a link to some psycho Spaniards who have created room temperature ice! Is this how Spain wants to play? "Señor Americano, por favor give us beellions of dollars to bail out our failed economy, or I drop this seed crystal in the ocean and everybody dies!"
Kurt Vonnegut may have croaked a couple years ago, but it is not too late for us to go to Spain and throw darts at these scientists' groinal regions. ¡Vamanos!