More than a decade before I was born, Stephen Hawking (who is older than my mother) was given about two and a half years to live. Well. Somebody must feel either foolish or damn impressed.
[i]I[/i] feel damn impressed.
Stephen Hawking thinks such amazing things that, when some other scientists got a different answer to something than he, they worked out a computer program to tell them where they went wrong. When the computer got the same answer, they went to Hawking to find out where the computer went wrong.
What I like about Stephen Hawking is that his response was, essentially, "Oh, my bad. I forgot to calculate [insanely complicated concept I couldn't understand if I spent the rest of my life trying]." Except I really doubt Stephen Hawking says "my bad."
Understand, I'm now going to be watching [i]MST3K Shorts Volume 2[/i], because I can't go to bed right after such Deep Thoughts About the Universe. I've never been able to. Serious contemplation of the Universe scares the bejeezus out of me. It's the idea of being alone in the Universe, and the size of the thing. It's huge. I can't cope with it. This is yet another reason I'm not a theoretical physicist.
Well, and I just generally suck at physics, but there it is. Reasons I'm Not Stephen Hawking 101, really.
I'm confused as to why they bothered building sets for this movie--and they did. Those are actually sets, not offices. I just don't know why.
The thing is, I suspect that in order to simplify these concepts enough so I understand them, they're almost certainly no longer remotely close to right. This is how physics works: Physics for Dummies is essentially the same as Physics That Isn't Really Right Anymore. Then again, I don't really need to know the details of Hawking radiation in my day-to-day life. It is an interesting concept, though.