Seeing and hearing an orchestra, I thought about parsimonious regression models.
Sorry, saxhorn and soprano saxophones…
Nikki
I don’t enjoy using gears because I am always disappointed going uphill.
Understanding why doesn’t mean automatic acceptance.
“For reservations, press 3”
3
“We do not take reservations.”
A surprising gift under the bed: a wasp nest.
packing days = 5*ln(years lived in the house + 1)
“Inside a womb, two bears were found”
There’s a reason why this story didn’t make it to Science.
When one knows where the last meal is located in the digestive track for hours, that meal should be classified as ‘truly spicy’.
It’s ironic that the act of not finishing a story is so highly valued in the story-writing world.
A lesson from zombie movies: there is a zombie outbreak, don’t worry about your brain.
Zombies are supposed to be going after brains but as far as I can tell, once a person gets bitten, the person turns into a zombie and zombies lose interest in his/her brain.
Life of a corkscrew is philosophical.
When my function works on the first try, I receive a standing ovation from my imaginary audience.
And the audience all look just like me.
Fast moving slugs and snails seem more intimidating than running sloths.
Mr. White River to Mr. Black Field.
What does this mean to our economy?
“I’m just pooped” she says.
“Good work” he replies.
Ousama is awesomer.
Middle age manliness.
A way of thinking about how young/old one: divide an age by the last year in life.
It’s like having a stretchable ruler.
Pouting at myself in the past for writing a script that doesn’t make sense.
Hugging myself in the past for being smarter than my current self.
Busy day.
A complete remotely operated team for the mystery hunt.
Robots in mail.
A blog farmer can only either produce or harvest in one place.