I have been asked to explain the title of my blog

It's not just a dumb blog name. It's a dumb blog name with a dumb history:

On several occaisions when I was a teenager, I would wait until I had the house to myself and then make a plate of tacos and eat them in the bathtub. I don't remember a specific event which put tacos into the category of "bathtub food", just that I could never eat one without getting it all over myself, and the bathtub seemed like an ideal place for tacos.

I never told my family about this, and always made sure to remove all evidence. And I certainly never took the blame for our poorly-functioning bathtub drain.

Next Class: The Method of Shooting Yourself in the Foot

In our last number theory lecture we learned a method called Infinite Descent. Sounds like what's happening to my grade in this class! Har har!

hindsight

I should never have watched the music video for "Up All Night" by The Boomtown Rats. Now when I have insomnia, all I can think about is Bob Geldof in bed with a python, and that does nothing to help my insomnia.

More Uses For Dead Rats

Last week when we did instructor evaluations, I gave my least favourite prof a pretty harsh score. As always, I used constructive criticism, with lots of suggestions for improvement.

Wednesday in class he was still terrible -of course he wont read the evaluation until after the exams and everything, but this isn't his first term teaching. I'm sure he's had plenty of criticism from his past students. Those little forms just aren't getting the message accross.

What we really need is something to get his attention, like a dead rat in his mailbox. I've always wanted to put a dead rat in someone's mailbox. But no, I realized, that's not very helpful because it doesn't tell him how to improve. What we should really do is wrap the dead rat in the instructor evaluation form, and put that in his mailbox. There are about a hundred students in the class, so we're gonna need a lot of rats.

Happy Easter

Enjoy these old quotes I found in my quote book.


Me: I tried to eat an entire can of sauerkraut last night. I gave up after 2 hours when I had a really bad stomach ache and nearly passed out after throwing up.

Tim: why are you telling me this?

Me: because there's a half can of sauerkraut in the fridge if you want it.


Steven: John, would you sleep with a clone of yourself?

John: No, and for one very good reason -I'm not into guys.

Me: you mean you're not repulsed by your own face?

I'll be banking on this in the final exam

Back in Math 220 they showed us how to do proofs by induction, direct proofs, proofs by contradiction, and (my personal favourite) proof by cases. The thing they missed was proof by accident. This is when you've got only 2 minutes left in your number theory midterm and you have no idea how to do the last proof, so you write down some definitions and a few equations, and hope for some part marks. You hand it in as is, and in a weeks time when you get your exam back, you will find that you wrote a perfect proof, completely by mistake.

On Hair and Hypercubes

Recently I learned how to make my hair into a bun, which actually isn't as hard as I thought it would be: 1. twist hair into knot, 2. stab a dozen or so hairpins into it, 3. let go. Ta-Da! This was very helpful last week when I wasn't able to wash my hair, on account of our shower head being broken. I held out for as long as possible, then before I ended up with some mad dandruff (or, as I like to call it, mad-druff) I called my old roommate. I asked if I could come over to shower, but before I could even explain why, he interrupted with an overly enthusiastic "Yeah! Come on over and shower!". Huh. No explanation needed.

Speaking of awesome people, I don't believe I have mentioned how great my geometry prof is. Last week he lost his lecture notes for the second time, and we spend a good chunk of the class trying to prove (or disprove) that the centre of a circle, inverted in a circle, is the centre of its inverse. Then we voted on the correct spelling of 'centre'.

Yesterday he handed out red and blue 3-D glasses at the start of his lecture and we got to watch a hypercube spinning at the front of the classroom. I would say that it was the best lecture ever, but at the end of the lecture he told us to keep the glasses for next class. Someone's getting an A on his professor evaluation.

in reality, I wont laugh because it lacks a punchline

The other day I told a series of hilarious dead animal jokes in front of my animal-loving study buddy, who does not read this blog.

In a completely dry tone, she said, "So I've got some photos of the Canadian Seal Hunt which I think you will find amusing."

You think I would laugh at dead baby seals? That's a terrible thing to say.