I always envision that equations like these are made up by statisticians who are really drunk…

From UserFriendly:

You can read and speak English, Klingon, and Quenya and you don’t know how to communicate?!

So David about summed it up for me:

[I]t unfolded about the way I expected: two teams roughly evenly matched in their incompetence; one winning in the end only because at some point the game had to end and one of them had to win.

To be honest, I had planned on tracking the game through the intarweb (since watching wasn’t going to be possible)… but long story short, I didn’t. Between Christmas shopping, Chad coming home from roleplaying, and my knowledge that both teams were going to suck… yeah. It didn’t happen. Which means, sadly enough, I didn’t watch a single State game all year. Which is actually kinda depressing, but not as depressing as the fact that we haven’t won more than 3 games in a season in the last 6 years.

Don’t get me wrong, I still bleed maroon and white. And given the chance to go to a live game, I’ll go no matter how bad I know we’ll suck. But it would be nice, at some point, to have a tiny bit of the crazyness (and winningness!) that we had my freshman year… Maybe next year?

ps… yeah, I know the pic is broken, I have no idea why. I’ll fix it, as soon as I figure it out.

Don’t worry, it’s safe for work. Pic.

I survived Thanksgiving Not too badly, I might add, although don’t ask Chad about the mashed potatoes (I don’t think I’ve seen him laugh so hard in a long time). Everything else was good.

Now I’m at work, with a headcold, fixin to go home and then go to the mall and do some shopping of some sort.

There’s something weird about walking outside the day after Thankgiving to 75 degree weather. Not that I’m really complaining, cause I do not like to be cold… but still, it seems odd.

Actually, it was part of a conversation.

Me: So what’s this about nibbling?
Chad: It’s a long story. It was a conversation about muffins.

Two Quotes, one of which i should have posted over the weekend (but obviously didn’t).

I mean, that’s gotta be a buzz-kill. You’re just partying along, and then the mattress catches on fire!

I’m not really sure what gender I was eating.

(that second one was from I/O class this morning).

This one’s from Cognitive class:

That is why we don’t have mice fly supersonic jets.

If it’s non-spherical, it must be squarical.

You could assign people to multiple gender conditions, but it would be expensive. And potentially difficult to get IRB approval for.