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.
??
Emily, if you ever have to do a lesson on mean free path (more physics than math, per se) borrow someone's audibly flatulent dog and park him in the back of the classroom.
We were rather amazed at how close to reality theoretical mfp proved to be. It really worked!
Of course, for the rest of the term, everytime Dookie farted, we'd all groan and start counting down till the odor would hit us.
First I was going to say,
Boy, do I hate the Green Lantern.
Oh, god, that rant made me laugh and laugh.
And then I, too, got distracted by,
husband
?
I'm guessing that's a callback to wanting a root and a husband. But I'm on tenterhooks to find out if I'm wrong.
