Oh yes, those pastel KitchenAids are an affront to the appliance gods, but they’re such pretty colors! The ruffled panty wearing, big bow and corkscrew curls girly girl inside me desires appliances in Easter colors.
On the other hand, have you seen the mixer on Good Eats? Alton Brown had flames painted on the side of his mixer, too cool!
You know, about the only way you’d get me to watch the Superbowl is if those trained dogs in tu tus were playing. Hee! I laugh just at the image on the little movie screen in my head.
So, I’m thinking groundhog would not be tasty. First, stringy 'cause he’s always digging. Then, gamey, but gamey how I wonder? Too much hog or too much ground? Aha! I’ll bet that’s why you make sausage out of him, grinding to make him tenderererer and spices for flavor.
Oh Swampbear, ya gotta have a valentine! I’ll be yours if you wanna. I’m really easy, no presents or nuthin’ neccessary. This way you can excuse yourself from that meeting occassionally. “Oh dear, I have to go order some flowers; my Valentine’s expecting a dozen roses every hour. Why yes, I’m a romantic fellow aren’t I?” And then you sneak out for a cookie and a breath of fresh air.
After checking out the KitchenAid colors, the brighter designer colors are not so much an offence to the Gods of Cooking as a “70’s hairstyle” embarassment waiting to happen. Really, are you going to want a tangerine mixer when you’re 64? The pastel colors are, as suspected, ghastly.
I am tempted to order myself a green or cobalt blue or maybe even black hand mixer even though I have a perfectly fine hand mixer already. Maybe if I triple the recipe for my favorite cookies and try to mix all the flour I’ll burn out the motor and then need a new mixer. Or I could donate it to Goodwill (a less morally bankrupt way of needing a new mixer, but still, it would be an artificially created need and sooner or later, the Material Goods Fairy* would catch up with me and I’d be denied something else that I really need).
*I’m waiting for the Material Goods Fairy to bring me a Mercedes sports car, and I’d hate to spoil that deal for a hand mixer, no matter how cool.
Well, pooh.
I still want a purple mixer. My kitchen is green and they would go together oh so well.
I also really, really like fractals. Way cool. I used to have a neat fractal screensaver as well. Actually I’ve still got it but it ran in DOS so it’s usefulness now is somewhat limited.
I really shouldn’t do this.
Why not?
It’s really corny. A major groaner you might say.
What better place than one of Rue’s threads? Go for it.
You’re right. I think I will.
Poor Gaston Julia. I perused some Google pages about him. He lost his nose in World War I.
I wonder how he smelled?
I remember how to spell “arithmetic” by saying A rat in the house might eat the ice cream, but I don’t have one for mathematics. Apparently I don’t need one, seeing how I just spelled it correctly without a problem. However, I am interested in the difference between arithmetic (A rat in the house might eat the ice cream) and mathematics. Is arithmetic (*A rat in the house . . . * well, you get the point) a subset of mathematic or is it a separate branch of mathematics? How then would algebra or calculus be classified? Geometry and trigonometry (yeah, I had to look that one up) are certainly related to each other, but what is their relationship with arithmetic (no rat this time) and/or mathmatics?
Is this the type of discussion that makes Ellen mad, or are we safe as long as we avoid trains leaving New York and Chicago at the same time with the NY train traveling at X miles per hour and the Chicago train traveling at Y miles per hours and they meet Z kilometers from Chicago but 203 miles from NY (solve for W)?
I don’t want to skirt the edge of the abyss here, but to answer Kallessa’s question: Arithmetic is either a sub-set of mathematics or an entirely different subject altogether that you have to learn before mathematics. It all depends on which mathmetician you ask.
As a more extreme example, when I finished integral calculus my professor said, “Now you’re ready to learn some real math.” So I switched majors. They eventually got me to (sort of) learn variational calculus anyway, the jerks.
I accidentally hit “submit” instead of “preview”. Dumbass.
Anyway, sorry about the owwy brainpan, Rue. I didn’t mean to come off all unsympathetic.
You know what always gave me headaches? Humanities Electives. We’re talking migraine-level skull pain here. I once spent an entire semester in a asian religion comparative course, where I spent most of my time trying to figure out how knowing anything at all about the Baghavad Gita was going to improve my prospects for gainful employment. I don’t why they did that to us poor, put upon techies. It’s not like a bunch of engineers are going to stand around the water cooler discussing Love’s Labor Lost or some such crap.
“Read any good books lately?”
" Yeah, I just finished Applied Electromechanics by Gruber and Wicks. Starts slow, but it really picks up towards the end."
Yes, yes, yes, that’s all well and good, but it doesn’t tell us how many people got off the NY train when it met up with the Chicago train, now does it?
OK, let’s get the story straight here. Engineers stand around quoting Monty Python and the Holy Grail to each other. At least, that’s what they do in my office.
Someone told me I was sharp yesterday–can I still be well-rounded? Then there’s my flat-chested friend, I suppose she can’t be well-rounded. If you drop out half-way through your liberal arts degree, are you half-rounded? A hemi-sphere maybe? Or perhaps almost-rounded?
What happens to a well-rounded person who makes a good point?
If a well-rounded person falls down and begins to roll, will they gather moss?
Do well-rounded people often fall prey to circular reasoning?
Would a conservative, fuddy-duddy well-rounded person still be a square?
Can a well-rounded person follow the straight and narrow or will they just keep rolling along?
Oh, but you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you!*
I thought you got to be well rounded from too many doughnuts. But it’s knowlege that does it? Huh. And the more knowlege you get the more well rounded you are and at the same time the more powerful since knowlege is power and you gots lots of knowlege to be all round? Double huh. I must only use my power for good, right? Taking over the World is so passé anyhow.
And if you want to find out when the trains met Kalley, just check the paper the next day. Find the story: “Big Train Collision” and just read where it happened. It’s so sad when trains meet. You’d think they’d use separate tracks.
I’m throwing this in because I don’t think we’ve had a chocolate hijack this week. Tonight is Easter Seal’s (where I work) Annual Chocolate Classic fundraiser. People get to get all dressed up in suits and stuff, sample chocolate desserts from area restaurants and sip champagne. Then they get to vote on best dessert and best presentation as the restaurants are supposed to get real fancy with their displays. After that their is an auction where the chocolate desserts and other cool stuff gets auctioned off.
I get to get all suited up and stand around and schmooze for about four hours. The good part is, I get to eat chocolate and sip champagne but I don’t have to shell out twenty bucks for a ticket first. The bad part is, I have to act nice even to people I don’t wanna act nice to cause after all they did shell out 20 bucks to be there. The part that makes that part ok is, with enough chocolate and champagne in me, I won’t care that I gotta be nice to people I don’t like. I’ll be nice to everybody cause chocolate and champagne make me nice.
I’ll eat some chocolate and drink some champagne in honor of all the MMPers tonight. MMMMMMMMMM… chocolate and champagne!
-swampbear (I get to wear my “Conversation Hearts” tie tonight)
