Wear what you want. If a tank top isn't expressly verboten by some dress code there isn't anything wrong with it. People will judge you based on what you wear, regardless of the merit or lack thereof in going about life like that. If you're comfortable with that, and comfortable in a tank top, do what you do.
As far as the professor's hairy armpit comment, they can go fuck themselves.
I love it when two things that I adore find each other out in nature and create some kind of apotheosis such as this. Truly, the fruit and flower of life.
I've heard that raptors, being pack hunters, will draw your attention overtly in one direction so that another can ambush attack from an untended vantage. They're clever like that.
My experience has been cooler at forty than I was at thirty. Twenty-year-olds might not think so, but none of them are cool enough for me to care much about their opinions.
Yeah, after I looked at it a bit and saw that exposure to/inhaling nanotubes probably isn't the greatest idea I figured nontoxic paint was the next go to.
I'm gambling that the experience of it would mitigate how much of a pain in the ass the repercussions would be.
Edit: I suppose I ought to have looked before, but this appears to be not the healthiest decision (who'd have though‽). Maybe we'll go with some kind of closest equivalent nontoxic paint?
I've stopped buying sunglasses (even the stupid cheap ones) because they will not make it longer than two months before I lose or break them. I'm fucking cursed in this manner.
First off, that's actually the coolest name for a bird that I've ever heard.
Second, I don't think the birds would be bothered if they found out. They have no conception of what either Satan or a jar is. I'll give credit that they can differentiate day from night. The rest would just be nonsense to them.
I'd guess a vague familiarity with 9's and 100's, and virtually no understanding of how the two might possibly be combined.