Monthly Archive for October, 2008

Can You Help Me With a Story Problem?

Story problems caused me a lot of trouble in school. Especially the ones that involved algebra. I think it was algebra. I may have been long division. Or it might have been that I wasn’t working up to my full potential. It’s wasn’t the reading. I was a good reader.

Here’s a sample of the kind of story problem that just gave me fits. This is a three part story problem. The first part is really simple, the second part is logic and reasoning (if you are married), but the third part really requires some brainpower.

Let’s say a person, just for fun, well call this person 60, who doesn’t have to travel to meetings much, has a meeting that is 2.5 hours from point A – let’s call this point A: 60′s Villa de le PooPoo.

First Part:

If 60 packs first thing in the morning for a noon meeting 2.5 hours away, watches a little Regis and Kelli, and walks to the mail box, what are the chance are that he will get in the car and drive away without taking his suitcase?

  1. Unknown, not enough information.
  2. 100%
  3. This really isn’t a story problem is it? This really happened didn’t it?

Second Part:

Person B, we’ll call this person, Stitches, knows within 90 seconds, 60 left without the suitcase, but she has no idea what his planned driving route is, what should she do?

  1. Blog it
  2. Tell all her friends at Panera
  3. Have about one friggin’ ounce of compassion
  4. Conclude that 60 needs to sign a two year contract with a cell phone company, get a $200 phone, so she can call him.

Third Part:

60 races down the interstate at 75 mph. Then races up the parkway and down the beltway and along the highway.  Stitches leaves Villa de le PooPoo elebenty seconds after 60. Stitches drives the posted speed limit or just a little under. How long will it take for Stitches to catch up to 60?

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Did Milburn Drysdale marry Ellie May Clampett?

You no doubt have your Halloween costume all ready to go, perhaps even have worn it once already. Nancy is wearing hers today to bowling. She is going as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. There is only one reason for her choosing that character: Toto! She is putting Sofi in a basket to be her Toto. No pix yet, but soon, I’m sure.

2008 version of Dorothy and Toto? An early halloween costume? A zealous trick-or-treater?

No, this is Traci Bingham. If you need to enlarge for “details” just click away.

When I saw this picture I was struck by one, not two ideas. Well OK, two, but not the two obvious ones.

1. Why is she dressed like this to take out the trash?

2. Why is she taking out the trash?

I Google ™ searched her and found this to be her career so far (she’s 40).
Movies

  • Demon Knight (1995)
  • Beach Movie (1998)
  • Foolish (1999)
  • The Private Public (2000)
  • Longshot (2000)
  • More Mercy (2003)
  • Four Fingers of the Dragon (2003) (short subject)
  • Malibooty! (2003)
  • Hanging in Hedo (2007)
  • Black Widow (2008)

Television

  • Baywatch (cast member from 1996-1998)
  • The Dream Team< (1999) (canceled after 4 episodes)
  • Strip Mall (cast member in 2000)
  • To Tell The Truth (occasional panelist 2000-01)
  • BattleBots (host in 2001)
  • Celebrity Boot Camp (2002)
  • Celebrity Big Brother (cast member in 2006)
  • The Surreal Life: Fame Games (2007)
  • The Tyra Banks Show (2 episodes) (2007)
  • 2 Minute Drill(1 episodes) (2002?)

Then another question pops up.

How can she afford to have trash? I did a quick calculation and figured that after taxes a career like that would give her a net income of about $37,793 total. This doesn’t include other “off-the-books” income of course.

Answer: she is married to a banker.

Which raises another question: a banker??? a banker??? How proud he must be to take her to the annual Beverly Hills Bankers Ball.

Oh! Idea for reality show: Beverly Hills Banker! Milburn Drysdale marries Ellie May Clampett.

But I’m really puzzled over the original two questions. The second more than the first. Those are probably the only clothes she has that fit so she has to wear them to take out the trash.

So why is she taking out the trash? Doesn’t she have “people” to do that? I would. As a matter of fact, if I was rich, I would have a person who would be a live-in and be at my beck and call strictly to do chores like this one. Nancy could have one too of course. I think in our burg we could get a nice, dependable, couple to live in our Maison De Woofhaus for 100 grand plus medical. When we are traveling, which would be a LOT, they could take that time off to recover from our exhausting demands. But when we are living at our Sedona ranch, they would be expected to come along with us – coach of course.

Here’s an example of some of the duties my “people” would be expected to do for me:

  • Empty wastebaskets
  • Take out the trash
  • Pick up my socks
  • Refill the M & M’s
  • Reach that
  • Replace light bulbs
  • Put that away

Hmmm, that’s not a very long list. After all, we would have a cooker-person and a cleaner-person.

Doesn’t Traci have these people?

I’m feeling a little sorry for Traci.

I think she needs a hug.

UPDATE:

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Dead Presidents. Dead Presidents-Elect. Dead Popular-Vote-Winner-Not-Yet-President-Elect

Take out your Civics book class and turn to Amendment. That’s right after Civil Service and You. Since the whacko nut jobs are coming out of the woodwork, and McCain is old, it pays to be reassured that if the unthinkable happens and the man who we want as President dies, the Constitution has it covered. Part of the 20th Amendment and the 25th Amendment come into play. But not really so the whole thing falls to Congress!

Remember: we don’t elect the President/Vice President. We elect electors who elect the President. That happens on November 4th and probably for a couple weeks after because of voting machine hack/malfunction/fraud.

Preferred timetable:

November 4, voters elect electors.

December 15, the Electoral College meets and they decides who will run our government.

January 6, Congress meets and certifies the Electoral College.

January 20, the President is sworn in and takes over.

Scenario 1: Election held, Electoral College elects President, President dies before January 20.

Resolution: Vice-president is sworn in as President.

Scenario 2: Election held, winner of popular vote dies before December 20.

Resolution: Feces hits fan.

There’s no federal law that mandates how electors must cast their votes; theoretically, if the candidate to whom they were pledged dies and their party has not made a preferred successor clear, electors can vote for their party’s VP candidate, a third-party candidate, or a leading preconvention contender within their own party.

In summary: it will be one borked up mess if the President-elect dies before the Electoral College meets. Seems to me the smart thing is to lock the winner of the popular vote up at Camp David until December 15.

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May I Name Your Pet – or Child? I’m Qualified.

Meet Minnie Pig. She is the newly adopted rodent-daughter of Grandad and Herself at Head Rambles Manor of Small Village, Ireland. Drumroll please: I named her.

Grandad has a very loyal following of certifiable loonies of which I consider myself one. So when he put out a call for naming his adopted rat, a bunch of us answered. Actually he put it a little more forthrightly:

So far, he hasn’t bothered me [or Sandy]. He has, however devoured two of the neighbour’s children and an oil-delivery man. It would also explain the mysterious disappearance of several cattle from the neighbourhood, and how a local vegetable farm lost its entire crop in one night.

The problem then arose as to what we were to call this little turd on legs.

Some of us even tried naming her, while most just insulted Grandad.

I don’t know how “he” became a “she” but it amounted to some kind of “discovery.” I don’t think I need to know more.

Minnie is being well cared for by Sandy, a large and seemingly goofy dog. Minnie pees on herself, runs over to Sandy and Sandy bathes Minnie. Rinse and repeat.

Not a bad gig.

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