I have always added and subtracted using my fingers. I learned in 6th grade that this was a bad thing, so now I can do it without actually moving my fingers.
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
"52-37: Take the one from the 5, 12-7=5, 4 (from taking the 1 from the 5)-3=1, so 15." For multiplying, I can only do 2-digits times 2-digits; any more, and I need a piece of paper. "36 x 24: 4 times 6 is 24, put down the 4 and carry the 2, 3 times 4 is 12 plus the 2 = 144; 2 times 36 is 72, add a 0 at the end since it's the 2nd digit over = 720 plus 144 = 864."
It really would have never occured to me to do arithmetic in my head by using the pencil and paper algorithm. That's really interesting.
ignoring scary-ass math talk
The Key West Literary Seminar
So jealous! I love love love Key West, and that seminar sounds great.
Sighhh... someone tell me not to read Salon letters.
Latest word from Paizo:
They have made their decision about who is moving on to the next stage, however their email system is down, so thay are unable to send out any notifications until it's fixed.
Sean, that's kind of evil.
Yay Teppy's da. Go him with the fortitude!!
In entirely opposite news, my faux-son's friend and boss...father of 4 sons under the age of 14 and stout, jovial pillar of the neighborhood...went into voluntary surgery last week for sleep apnea. He had a massive heart attack and went into a coma. They took him off life support on Monday. He died Tuesday.
He and his wife...a powerhouse business woman with many, many national ice cream shop franchises...apparently has a rough relationship despite his 'everybody loves him' public persona.
It's been interesting to see how various neighbors are reacting. Faux-son and I took the eldest boy to the Renn Faire on Sunday. I imagine we'll be doing a lot of kid whisking away in the near future. I honestly can't think of anything else useful to do...they've specifically asked for no food or flowers.
Yeah, those of us who entered the open call now fully suspect the Paizo staff of trying make us explode from nervous energy.
Oh that sucks Sean!
Hil is me wrt Numbers.
Hooray for Tep's Dad of Steel!
How did you get the notification that there would be no notifications, Sean? Just curious. And still crossing my fingers for you.
I am all about pencil and paper calculations, but I am also all about not being able to find writing instruments or scraps of paper when I need them. I definitely prefer to do math on paper over in my head, if it's an option.