He also stars in a As- Seen-on-TV product commercial.
“Do you have trouble handling single sheets of paper without leaving pools of blood everywhere?”
“Is loading your printer followed by a trip to the ER?” film of someone doing a Dan Akroyd imitation
“Then you need the Sheeter, the revolutionary product that makes paper handling and doctor visits a thing of the past.”
I’m not convinced this one will be a bell curve. Surely the huge majority will just be at ground level. Or if you are defining “underground” as “below sea level”, there will be many more people above sea level than below, and it won’t look like a bell. Even if you include people in aircraft, I still wouldn’t call it a bell - too tall and narrow. Or am I missing something?
Some cow, probably near the North Cape of Norway, is the northernmost cow on the planet. Some other cow, probably on the Falkland Islands, is the southernmost.
Those two animals are blissfully unaware of their distinction, and will eventually wander in the wrong direction and give up their title to some other cow, without a fight.
Being a “bell” doesn’t require being normalized, or even a Gaussian bell. In the “distance above/below ground” case, n is large enough to produce a Gaussian, but there are other bell-shaped distributions (the most frequently-used one is Student’s t).
Somewhere there is a youngest person on Earth. Somewhere there is an oldest person on Earth. The first one bounces around a lot!
I don’t think that one has a tail on the least end. I imagine a lot of us pile up there, making it more like half a bell curve. You just can’t get lower than completely unlikely.
Oh, ouch.
How does that compare with the chart of people eating the worst chocolate chip cookies ever made?
Oh, I hope not. I want the happiest person to be much happier than that.* What I want to know is if you chart happiness, are the people at both of the far ends, happiest and unhappiest, equally likely to be about to die?
TMI - my mother, in 1955. suffered from something that the doctor who made the house call called ‘bride’s constipation’. He gave her a peroxide enema, after which she stated that “things were explosive at both ends.” So she was relieved, but not particularly happy.
I’ve also heard rumors about folks being impacted enough to require surgery. I will not go googling for confirmation, so it may be an urban legend. But I’d imagine that the post surgery happy isn’t the happiest that a person can be.
Someone is the best singer in the world. Chances are, they are not even famous.
Somewhere on the road is the oldest still-operational car in existence.
Someone has smoked the most cigarettes of any person on the planet. They’re probably smoking right now.