Madrigal’s Meat Market had the flank steak I needed to make beef jerky and I put them square in my errand sights today.  I grabbed the steak and counter attendent asked me what I was using the steak for-
Me: I’m making beef jerky
Her: With a dehydrator?
Me: If by dehydrator you mean box fan, bungee cords, and 4 furnace filters, yes.
Her: Do you know what the best source of meat for beef jerky?
Me: A cow.
Her: Nope, deer.  Deer makes the best beef jerky.

Hm…. deer are a source of quality cow steaks.  Don’t tell anyone, the beef industry would be destroyed by this development.

My antithesis stole and nearly ate the microphone in American Ethnicities, the guest speaker wasn’t prepared.  Let’s look in, my commentary is in brackets.  “I think the patriot act is just an excuse [okay], to descriminate against foreigners [a little stretch], because of the nation-less multinationals that control America [stop], and allowed September 11th to happen [stop now], so they could seize power and put down the Mexicans [nice save, wait….].”  I’ve never seen PowerPoint slides go by as quickly after that.

My mother is now using a computer I built for her from a donation from a friend.  Now that she has something faster than a dozen mice at mechanical calculators I loaded Windows Media Player and a number of audio books she can now listen to as she quilts or plays Dr. Mario. Upon hearing that I’d given her about 30 audiobooks she responded “but won’t I go through a lot of ink printing them?”  Yea technology!

All students in my American Ethnicities are incapable of speaking loudly and coherently simultaneously.  I decided to break this trend when the question: “Why were the benefits of the GI BILL so disproportionately directed towards white men” I responded in a bellow “The government didn’t like black people.”  No one disagreed…

While reviewing for my Stat 212 exam I was reminded of how competence related to statistical calculus is so much lower than other areas.  In Acct 0002 I smile if I complete a quiz perfectly, in Stat 212 I throw a small party if the solution I get to a probability function includes at least 1 real number.

I spent the morning learning a crucial lesson:   Given a Nintendo game that took you hours or days to complete as a youth, it is now possible to find a video on the internet of someone having beat it in under 45 minutes if an non-RPG and 1:30 if it is.  I take this a proof that we, as a society, have progressed.  I look forward to the day when someone beats PREY, FEAR or Doom 3 in 20 minutes.

I watched a commercial for Penn State today enjoyed the mediocre voice-over for Abington that occurred during the “go to Penn State in your area”.  Having gone there for two horrible, horrible years I’m thinking of producing a PSU: Abington bumper sticker.  “Abington: Because I’m too Pretentious for Bucks County Community College” or “Abington: Because my parents are paying”.

I had to meet my adviser today to schedule a select admission class but the only appointment I could get was at 2:00 PM which is during another class. Hm… I got up to leave that class at about 1:55 PM and the TA asked where I was going and I blurted out “the rest room”, no one’s going to argue with that Terry, genius!  I walked two blocks, up four flights of stairs and found my adviser was disposed, so I waited, and waited, and finally met, spent 12 seconds to fill out a piece of paper work and returned to the class still in session.  As I walked in the door, the TA looked up again and I quickly glanced at the clock it was 2:35, I had spent 40 minutes “on the can”!  So, I wiped fake sweat off my brow, exhaled fully and quietly said “no more Persian food for lunch”.  Her jaw went slack and her face contorted, and I sat down triumphantly.

My statistics textbook prides itself on using real world examples in its problems.  I could tell for the current lesson on large sample sizes when a question began “During a football game, a gust of wind caused 1/2 the number of spectator’s to lose their hats.  Assuming the lights didn’t work, find a function that for a number n, that 1/4 of them would get hats back assuming the hats are distributed both randomly and independently.”

While walking behind Speakman Hall, I saw a bicycle chained to a hand-rail.  This seemed a good precaution until I realized the bike’s seat cushion, handle bar covers, wheels, and chain had been stolen with no discernable damage to the D-lock.  I can’t wait to see some guy with a trench-coat standing outside the library saying “hey, you want some wheels?”