The Best and Worst Jobs in America
1. Mathematician
2. Actuary
3. Statistician
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I think I see a pattern there.
I had a whole section about civic pride.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Tom Scola - Jan 06, 2009 5:07:25 am PST #9528 of 10002
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tommyrot - Jan 06, 2009 5:09:56 am PST #9529 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Huh. Years ago, Actuary was consistently #1. Then I heard it dropped to #2 because the supplies of actuaries went way up after it was rated the #1 job for so long.
btw, what do mathematicians do besides teach? When I was in high school, I considered being a mathematician, but I didn't want to teach, so....
Tom Scola - Jan 06, 2009 5:12:48 am PST #9530 of 10002
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Hil R. - Jan 06, 2009 5:16:01 am PST #9531 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
We do research!
Kat - Jan 06, 2009 5:36:47 am PST #9532 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Other random question:
Anyone know of Mac based decent LJ archiving tools?
Tom Scola - Jan 06, 2009 5:38:37 am PST #9533 of 10002
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Anyone know of Mac based decent LJ archiving tools?
If you're comfortable using the command-line, you can use [link]
Kathy A - Jan 06, 2009 5:47:36 am PST #9534 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Obama on Check Please.
It's going to be on January 16th, the same day BSG comes back! A good TV day indeed.
The town with the most interesting smells, IMO, is Milwaukee, or at least it was back in the mid-'80s when I went to school there. If the wind came from the northeast, you got post-beer-blast from the Pabst brewery. If it came from the west, you got the horrific stench from the tanneries. If it was from the east, you got the lake and its vaguely fishy smell.
But, on a good day, you'd get it from the north, where the Ambrosia chocolate factory was. (Yes, the one that Jeffrey Dahlmer worked at, but we didn't know that at the time.) Yum, chocolate!
Fred Pete - Jan 06, 2009 5:52:46 am PST #9535 of 10002
Ann, that's a ferret.
For the smell of chocolate, nothing beats any part of Hershey, Pennsylvania. But it's the headquarters of Hershey chocolate, so there's a reason.
And Calli, a few more thoughts on cats from our experience. The big food dividing line is probably wet/dry. Rigatoni is a "dry guy" -- don't know why, but he doesn't care for the wet stuff. Max, on the other hand, gobbles down the wet as soon as it's served. (Then there's Seamus, who just likes food and doesn't really care whether it's wet or dry.)
There are a lot of places to find a cat. No need to rely entirely on your local pound. Your local vet may know of cats that need homes. There are adoption fairs at our local Petsmart every weekend -- local rescue groups run them.
A cat's personality matters as much as its appearance. Trust does grow as time passes, but there are limits. It's very hard, maybe even impossible, to train the aloof prince/ss to curl up in your lap as you watch TV.
DavidS - Jan 06, 2009 6:09:18 am PST #9536 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
This is a great sentence: ""The poor little buggers have copped such a hiding," Mr Marsh said. "Oddy is really protective of the chooks, so to her the penguins were only chooks in dinner suits."
Kathy A - Jan 06, 2009 6:12:17 am PST #9537 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
To follow up on Fred's cat recommendations, I'd see if you could go to a place with a lot of cats and just sit there and see who comes up to you. That's what I did at the local shelter, and after having lots of cats come and go, for some reason when this black cat walked on top of my chest, curled up, and started to clean herself, I was struck by how much at home she seemed. She had claimed me for her own, and I obliged.