June 17th, 2004

Default 2004.2

Going off to do battle with a pair of dressmaker's shears. Fear. (:

It hit me that I fit here when Laurel finally calmed down after losing outdoor privileges for the day (she threw things off the patio and took an indoor toy outside for a 'bath' in the water table), Biko's being affectionate and laid down in front of my printer, and I'm finally not worried about things being perfectly tidy because I'm really getting things cut and ready to sew today.

I am quite sufficient, or at least feeling it after two clemastine tablets by noon to flip my sinuses' Good/Evil switch back to Good and a 5-HTP when I felt my mood swing down. (:
Mischevious

Jessica Simpson is dim, or fun with math.

One of the amusing things about living with a math geek is when they correct ads. Every time vogonpoet sees the Pizza Hut Four4All commercial with that vapid bint Jessica Simpson, he points out that the number of possible combinations she states ("over six million") is way off.

Assuming no limit on toppings per pizza, it's actually 1,124,000,727,777,607,680,000. There's a limit of four toppings per pizza, so it's closer to 3.6 trillion possible combinations. Real close to six million, eh?

Vogon adds "She's a Kelso [from That 70's Show]".

And for the mathematically inclined, check out the monzy.com post titled "The Waffle House is bad at combinatorics."