Footprints! OMG that thing makes me rage.

There's this quote at the end of Doctor Who - Genesis of the Daleks where the Doctor, who has failed to destroy the Daleks, states that he believes that they can bring some good, in uniting the other inhabitants of the galaxy against them. I think of it when I read you snarking about the Footprints.

OK, the third freight train in an hour just went by.

How fast are they going? Where are they bound? What's the slope near your house, and what effect does it have on their speed? Dear god, is this what I have become? Can I never again have a normal conversation?

Previously a slightly dull but inoffensive editor, Emily underwent a fearful transformation and is now... MathTeacherWoman! She roams the Internet, desperate to take the fun out of everything by turning it into math!

(Only not really, because math is fun. Fun! Fun, I tell you! With the numbers, and the hot guys! Er, ignore that last part. Really, that has nothing to do with it at all. It's all about helping the children.)

So, y'know, there's self-validation, and then there's filling a mudbath with self and rolling around in it naked. (Not literally. I find I use it most at work.)

Uh huh. Says the man who just confessed in another thread that he had to go back to the office because he left his suit there.

Oh. You haven't gotten to the bit in the maths with the hot guys?

Well, at least you have something to look forward to.

Random Math Story: My HS calc teacher talked all year about the "Parabola Song". A couple weeks before the end of the year, we finally convinced him to perform it for us.

He came in with this old record player, and even older record (slightly wavy).

Now, this guy was a basketball coach. Tall, kinda athletic. So it was very entertaining when he starting singing along with Manah manah, only saying "Parabola" instead, and making a parabola with his arms, either up, down, or to one of the sides, each time.

And that is my random math story that has nothing to do with maths as they exist in my life right now.

ION: FUCK!

I promised to go to DC next weekend to visit my brother. But he couldn't confirm until today (not his fault, he was waiting on the contract that's sending him there from Moscow) and now the flights are all crazy expensive. Anyone have superseekrit ways of finding cheap flights before I shell out $400?

Good LORD.

Don't feel bad for me-- my husband brought me some root and a little prosciutto and lox.

Don't feel bad for me-- my husband brought me some root and a little prosciutto and lox.

I *wish* I had some lox and a husband.

Wait.

Wait.

Did you just say "husband"?

Yeah, what Steph said. Wait. What?

She must mean someone ELSES husband.