Talking about sleeping and/or dreaming through math made me think of the one math class I took in college, which was the lowest-level math I could get myself into short of telling my advisor, "Look, I'm an idiot." I think it was some kind of pre-cal. Maybe even pre-trig. I think I may have taken a level I had already taken in high school, and still struggled with it a bit. That's all fine and dandy. What I really wanted to tell you about, for no good reason, was the single memory I have of that entire class. Let's call this guy "Ted." Ted was kind of disgusting. He didn't mean to be, but he really should have seen a doctor about all that mucus. I mean, a whole semester of it? I'm just saying. So one day, we're having whatever lecture on whatever mathy thing that I retained for approximately two days afterwards, and Ted reaches down into the front pocket of his grubby bookbag and pulls out a snack: a box of Chick-fil-A nuggets. Here's the thing: We did have a Chick-fil-A window on campus in the old caf (actually the little caf off the big caf) my freshman year before an entirely new student center was built. We did have one. And it opened at ten o'clock in the morning. But our class was at nine am.
I leave you to your own horrifying conclusions.
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theferrett: The Schrödinger's Cat Toy collectible.
I love that there is actually a Circus Skills category on Wikipedia.
Fraser On Board Third Mummy. I have a bad feeling about this.
The new website for Marie Antoinette is up. I'm rereading the Fraser (no, Antonia. Yes, I know that turned out kind of weird there) bio (the one the movie was based upon--Fraser apparently thought the movie turned out wonderfully, according to a commenter whose post I will totally dig up who saw her at a book signing), and I notice that a lot of the in-depth info about the "characters," as it were, is paraphrased from her book. (The little section about pets at Versailles, for example.) I'm assuming they have her permission, so I'm viewing this as a good thing, since I love that book. Thus concludes your daily requirement of parentheses.
Lost season three poster. Whee, Desmond!
New Casino Royale trailer. I haven't downloaded it yet, but I'm hearing that it's awesome.
Sephora readers' top makeup choices, or Makeup I Can't Afford to Buy.
As we previously suspected the last time I mentioned Four Square Racial War Survivor, host Jeff Probst is a genuine idiot. "Until Survivor host Jeff Probst sat in on casting sessions for the CBS reality series's new edition, in which competitors were picked and put into 'tribes' based on their ethnic background, he had not realized that 'Asian' includes Japanese, Koreans and Chinese and that they do not necessarily like each other as a matter of ethnic solidarity. 'When you start talking to a person from Asia, you realize -- Wow! They have all different backgrounds!' [...] 'And I found myself saying to the Asian doctor, "Where in Asia is your family from?"' The dentist said he was Korean. 'The only reason I had the courage to even ask that question or the knowledge to ask that question was I'd just spent 39 days with people from Korea,' Probst said." Yes, as far as I can tell, he's being perfectly serious. No, I don't know how he manages to walk upright either.
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Date: 2006-09-09 09:41 pm (UTC)Also, I have been known to eat cold pizza whether it's been refrigerated or not. Ah, the breakfast of champions.
But yeah, the point of my story was more that the nuggets had apparently been living in his squalid bookbag for a minimum of twelve hours, not that they were cold per se.