Everyone is effing busy!

So I basically just screwed around on the computer all day because everyone I called was busy. No one has time for little old me.... :/

Ah, well. What can you do? Still, I'd better get to see SOMEONE this weekend...

Three more weeks of school!

~Laura

I Hate Obscenely Difficult Logic Puzzles...

Mostly because I'm not very logical...

I found a bunch on the xkcd wiki. Here's the link: http://wiki.xkcd.com/irc/Puzzles#Blue_Eyes_Puzzle

These are insane! Some of 'em you'd have to be a rutting genius to understand! (not a single word, EGE...) A lot of them require a metric fuckton (phrase stolen from the EGE) of math to solve.

Ugh...

I solved exactly none of them. I'm not really surprised but come on! There has to be one that even someone of average intelligence could solve!

Sigh.

Here are two that I really like just because they make no sense:

1. A mathematician enters a bar and starts chatting with the bartender. The bartender tells him about his three daughters, and when he is asked about their age, he decides to make it a bit more interesting, as he is interested in mathematics as well. He says, “The product of their ages is 72.” The mathematician answers, “OK, but that didn’t help a lot.” — “Then I should tell you that the sum of their ages is equal to the street number of this bar.” The mathematician leaves the bar, returns, and says, “Great, but I still don’t know their age.” The bartender smiles and says, “My youngest daughter really likes strawberry ice cream.” Now the mathematician knows their ages.

How old are the three daughters? (Think of age as an integer of the number of years.)

2. A mother is 21 years older than her child. The mother's age in six years will be exactly five times the child's age in six years. Where is the father?


I can't figure them out, and if you can... well, good for fricken you! Gorram smartass...

That's my rant of the day...

~Laura

My Impending Doom...

AKA Prom.

I already know how this is gonna go:

No one's gonna dance with me. I'm going to dance with myself because none of my friends like to dance. I'm going to want to go dance, but not be able to because my friends don't dance and I'll have to choose between being alone and dancing, or hanging out with my friends and missing it.

I don't have a date. I'm the type of girl that boys don't ask, and I don't have the balls to ask the guy that I want to.

While mandachan and the EGE go off and do couple-y things and ignore me, I'm going to get emo, sit in a corner and watch jealously, and then end up texting Tara asking her to tell me a story because I'm lonely.

My normally well-hidden inferiority complex is going to pop up, due to seeing the other girls all dolled up in pretty dresses, while I stand there in my utter plainness.

I'm prolly going to have a mediocre night, made happy only by isolated incidents of my awesome friends pulling me into the awesomeness.

I know what you're thinking: If I don't expect to have a great time, why am I going? Simple. I like the idea of prom. I like dressing up. I like dancing. Only problem is, I'm alone in it all. Prom is not a friendly concept to a girl like me. But I hope, I always hope, that this time it might be better than every other dance I've gone to. I always hope, even though I know I'll inevitably be disapointed every time.

Prom is this Saturday. Can't wait.

~Laura

Grrr. Argh.

I hate idiocy. HATE IT.

I am a huge fan of Joss Whedon (creator of "Buffy", "Firefly", etc). I had heard him referred to as a feminist, and as my thesis paper is on feminism, I went to the all-powerful Google. And I found an essay that someone posted on their blog.

What. A load. Of BULLSHIT!

The author obviously went into "Firefly" (my absolute FAVORITE show) looking for evidence of sexism (racism too, but we'll get to that...)

This person took the actions and dialogue of the characters, twisted them up all ass-backwards, and tried to claim that Joss is a misogynist rapist. That female characters are oppressed, silenced, and abused. That the black woman married to a white man cannot POSSIBLY be loved. That a high-class, intelligent woman could not POSSIBLY be happy with her life because her job entails having sex with her clients. Despite claiming to have done their research, they missed important key elements of the series that make it obviously contrary to what the author claims.

I just... UGH!

I get so frustrated by the utter wrongness of these statements that I can't even think! When I've cooled down and my head is clearer, I'll write a post dissecting and disproving what this misandrist racist says. Hopefully, I can get the EGE to co-author, as he's just as displeased with this as I am.

Later.

~Laura