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How do you know when an equation has infinitely many solutions? How do you know when an equation has no solution?
I have no idea. My best guess would be infinite when you can fuck around with it and get x=x, none when you get x=x+2 or something like that.
Hil?
I think the following is is a Bitches story. My assistant went to get her hair cut and saw that the guy ahead of her in the stylist's room was Eddie Izzard! She caught a glimpse of him through the archway, and spent the time in the waiting room madly texting everyone she knew that she was OMGWTF in the same building as he was. Then her stylist called her in and Eddie was still there! And she was too nervous to look at him! But he introduced himself! And was all nice and friendly and even handsomer in person!!!!1!!!!
Wow. Or should I say "Ciao,"
But did she mention about the bees?
Or should I say "Ciao,"
We just watched that last night! Still funny.
"Le singe est sur la branche...."
DebetEsse is right. An equation has infinitely many solutions if it can be reduced to 0=0. No solutions if it can be reduced to something clearly untrue, like 0=1. (Erm. We're talking about equations in just one variable, right?)
This happened on Saturday, and she literally burst out with the story the second I saw her this morning.
See, I work all day and night and miss inclusion in the conversation.I am d. It does suck.
But he introduced himself! And was all nice and friendly and even handsomer in person!!!!1!!!A friend of mine stood in line for hours to meet him and he was good enough to do her voicemail msg. From the few accounts I've heard he sounds like quite the nice guy.
Erm. We're talking about equations in just one variable, right?
I think so.
Although, it's only worth 5 points. I may just skip it. How do you pad that answer to 50 words? Seriously.
Rain and slush again here, too. All the stuff that was sticking to the streets is gone. Which is just as well. I'm not in a position to miss work tomorrow, nor even to be late.
And, really, I probably didn't need to leave writers group practically as soon as I got there like I did, since it would just now be letting out. But after being stuck on the roads in a snowstorm like I was for two hours last year, it's going to be awhile before I don't panic and flee for home at the first flake.