Oh scientists, why must you be an essential part of almost every classic monster tale. The crypto-zoologists of King Kong and Creature from the Black lagoon, the crypto-biologist in The Werewolf of London, the the nuclear engineers in Godzilla, the Egyptologists in The Mummy, and the home-brewing physician in Dr Jeckle and Mr Hyde. The only good scientist in the whole monster canon is Dracula's Professor Abraham Van Helsing (M.D., D.Ph., D.Litt., etc., etc.) -- and with that advanced degree in literature, I'm not sure just how scientific he really is.

And then there's Dr Frankenstein. Disobeying Gods law almost as much as same sex marriage.

So why the bad rap? Scientists, by definition, are smarter than you (for I have no idea why any scientist would be reading this -- it's monsters people!), and who wants to confront that kind of intellectual inferiority. But relative to the population, there are fewer scientists than, say, stupid Target cashiers. Thus with their smarts and slim numbers, they can be treated as a manageable problem. If a stupid Target cashier could cause the societal ruckus of a bad-intentioned pointy-head, we as a society would be lost. Twelve years of training weeds out a lot of prospective evil-doers. Two hours of register training, not so much.

Again, I scratch my head over this paint job. Has the Monster enrolled in art school? Is he into The Cure? And not much detail going on in this one -- it's probably the plainest of these models. What's with the "Frankenstein" tombstone? I thought the good bad doctor was adrift in the arctic, burned in a windmill, or not dead at all in any of the Universal Pictures movies. Oh well, maybe there's a scientist that can figure this one out.