Slashdot's take on the Spam-a-lot Tony wins:
Monty Python's SPAMalot Wins 5, no, 3 Tony Awards
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Slashdot's take on the Spam-a-lot Tony wins:
Monty Python's SPAMalot Wins 5, no, 3 Tony Awards
I think, -t, (among other things, I think that I can't start a line with your name) that your calculations leave out the fact that it starts from 100 rather than from 0, so to both your triangles need to be added little rectangles, like so:
0.5(0.5(500)) {triangle} + 0.5(100) {teensy rectangle} + 6*300 + 0.5(1(500)) {triangle} + 1(100) {little but not teensy rectangle} = 125 + 50 + 1800 + 250 + 100 = 2325
I think that I also left that out the first time I computed it, so let that be a lesson to me.
Jon, loving you and FAQWife even more post-update. Awww.
Loving the horror-cereal-dog-washing mathiness, but alas, my students are here.
Smooches all around.
t drive-by tacklehug for DX while sneaking out the back door
Jon, loving you and FAQWife even more post-update. Awww.
I too am gooey with the schmoop, not unlike a molten chocolate dessert of pure love.
I think, -t, (among other things, I think that I can't start a line with your name) that your calculations leave out the fact that it starts from 100 rather than from 0, so to both your triangles need to be added little rectangles, like so:
Which is why I took the average. Which basicly is chopping the triangle parts in half and rearranging them to make rectangles.
Awww. Jon I am so happy for you and FAQGirl. I can't wait to meet her someday soon.
Jon, FAQ v2.0 makes me silly with the happy for you.
not unlike a molten chocolate dessert of pure love.
Which can be used to make a nice parfait....
It was two rows of four tables, all with glass tops and the tiny books under the glass. We walked from table to table. When the wife (!!) got to the last table, I lingered at the second-to-last one and, with my back to her, took out the pendant from my jacket pocket and placed it on top of the glass. I called out, "Hey did you see this one?" She came back over, looked at the object on the table, and said, confused, "Why is this one out of the case?" "Check out the inscription on the spine," I replied. She picked it up, saw the words "On Longing," and burst into tears. We embraced and I put the pendant around her neck. It was a perfect moment.
Which was ruined moments later when Jon was dragged away by security personnel who only saw the act of removing a tiny book from the direction of the display case...