Alibelle, I emailed to your profile email.
Patrick Dempsey is too hot, duh.
Steph made me laugh again, cause creeping out ita is maybe the most fun ever.
yesterday was hot and proceeded to get more and more disgusting into teh evening. Today hot and muggy already. But, of course, FREEZING in my office. I keep cardigans here, but my throat is feeling a little scratchy today and I think the extreme temp changes are gonna make me sick.
It's pushing 100 here at the moment. Also, cicadas.
I think it would be a hoot if Congress pressures Bush to nominate Clinton as a Supreme Court Justice. I'm not sure I want him as a Justice, but funny anyway.
Also, shiny number!
Clinton can't be a Supreme Court Justice because he has to run for Mayor of New York. So say I.
A blog I read recommended printing this article and leaving it on the desk of the appropriate person:
Unskilled and Unaware of It: How Difficulties in Recognizing One's Own Incompetence Lead to Inflated Self-Assessments
Abstract
People tend to hold overly favorable views of their abilities in many social and intellectual domains. The authors suggest that this overestimation occurs, in part, because people who are unskilled in these domains suffer a dual burden: Not only do these people reach erroneous conclusions and make unfortunate choices, but their incompetence robs them of the metacognitive ability to realize it. Across 4 studies, the authors found that participants scoring in the bottom quartile on tests of humor, grammar, and logic grossly overestimated their test performance and ability. Although their test scores put them in the 12th percentile, they estimated themselves to be in the 62nd. Several analyses linked this miscalibration to deficits in metacognitive skill, or the capacity to distinguish accuracy from error. Paradoxically, improving the skills of participants, and thus increasing their metacognitive competence, helped them recognize the limitations of their abilities.
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In 1995, McArthur Wheeler walked into two Pittsburgh banks and robbed them in broad daylight, with no visible attempt at disguise. He was arrested later that night, less than an hour after videotapes of him taken from surveillance cameras were broadcast on the 11 o'clock news. When police later showed him the surveillance tapes, Mr. Wheeler stared in incredulity. "But I wore the juice," he mumbled. Apparently, Mr. Wheeler was under the impression that rubbing one's face with lemon juice rendered it invisible to videotape cameras
eta: Also, note new tagline.
Lots of warm tea.
Susan Stamberg is filling in for Steve Inskeep on morning NPR. I may kill something. She's so damned cutesy and perky. On weekends, I guess I could handle it. Now? Want to slap her.
Heh. Headline of the
Tribune today:
Shrub Poisoned Zoo Monkeys
Ok, they were talking about an Actual Shrub, but it still made me laugh. And frankly, what wouldn't I believe anymore? Maybe those monkeys hated freedom.
Shrub Poisoned Zoo Monkeys
Oh yeah, that made me laugh too. Just for a second, I was wondering why Bush would do that....
it's just your orneriness.
stuff isn't working at work. stuff we need a temp worker to work on. I feel bad cause now she's got nothing to do. poop.
Why don't the people on Pimp My Ride worry about theft?
I KNOW! I always wonder how much their insurance goes up. But then, they often add an alarm system to the new ride.
I'm wearing juice right now, AIFG!