Ah, bliss

The Office Manager (not the big boss, but more important, because she runs everything for the big boss) here doesn't like truffles. Which , yay for me, is good, because she was given a whole box, and she's such a sharing person.

So, um, not usually big on chocolate, but ooooohhhh, truffles. There's just something about the creaminess of the chocolate that overcomes my usual shudder when I encounter something over-sugared.

I wonder if they'll notice if I eat half the box by myself.

Fun with Numbers

Many people complain that a college education involves a lot of classes that aren't terribly relevant to normal, everyday life. Technical colleges don't count, of course, as they're specifically geared towards one set of careers or another. No, I'm talking about your basic liberal arts education, with all sorts of fluffy classes that have nothing to do with balancing your checkbook, dealing with the co-worker you'd cheerfully love to strangle, or the slash you read in your spare time.

Well, heh. Back up there a sec. Now, I've got a BA in Math. That's right, Bachelor of Arts, which isn't normally something you see paired with Math. (or Comp Sci, which is the other part of my degree). Still, as one might suspect, I took a fair number of Math classes in order to get my degree. High level math classes, involving theory and more essays than you can shake a stick at. (Which furthers my theory that math is really english in disguise and education is all circular, but I digress.)

Math. Slash and math, and a little thing called Combinatorics. 'Cause, you see, Combinatorics is all about combining groups of things with other groups of things. Slash is just a story problem (and boy, does that conjure up associations): You have five boyband members, how many pairings do you get?

10, if you've been paying attention. In Math-speak, it's condensed to "5 choose 2" Take two bands, and you have 45 pairings (10 choose 2), 10 for each band, which leaves 25 crossover pairings (that's a lot of pairings! Orgy!) And hey, I haven't even started in on trios.

Look, kids! An application of higher math! In slash, no less. I'm cute and I can do math. I'm just all sorts of tickled chartreuse. I think I'll go read another story-problem.

Pure as the driven...

I stopped taking purity tests in college, when my score hit the thirties and refused to go lower (no drugs, y'know.) But I'm still 76.8% nsync pure. So much for being a pop whore.