January 30th, 2005
|09:29 am - the short weekend began with longing|
i realized on friday how incredibly unhealthy working at measured progress is for me. we get free candy and soda, and i am a glutton so i take advantage of their generosity. so basically i spend 8 hours a day staring at a computer, pushing buttons, and sucking down sugar. which is pretty awesome as jobs go, but i'm sure it'll catch up with me soon enough
and speaking of (or not?), i felt like craaap yesterday. had a head/neck/eyes/throat ache, my mouth was dry no matter how much i drank, and my stomach was burbly. i went to bed at 2:30, woke up at 9am (?!?? that doesn't happen), and i am wide awake and feeling swell. go figure! [edit: aghh my eye hurts again wtffff]
(although: my dreams would seem to be disputing this)
i got a new hermit crab friday. he's biiiig and gets sand everywhere, the messy bugger. i named him monster
i got him at petco, along wiht some stuff i needed, because i had finally used up my petquarters store credit. ya see, i got a tank heater pad thingy there, and it didn't work, inasmuch as instead of heating the tank, it heated the area of the tank to which it was directly applied. much less useful. so anyway, i bring it in to exchange it or whatever, and they're trying to tell me that i can't return it cuz it is no longer in saleable condition (once you stick them on, takign them off tears the delicate wires or some shit). so after sparring with the manager for a bit, she finally says "fine! i will refund you minus 20%, and i don't ever want you in my store again!" which is fine by me. so she's ringing me up, glaring and muttering "have fun at petco", she stops and stares at her computer for a minute, and says "well i can only give you store credit since we can't resell this, so i guess you will have to come back."
harvard president sez that men are mathier and sciencier than women, due to genetics. he has gotten in a lot of shit for this, as one would expect. my question is, has anyone ever made a halfway-decent attempt to research this? to say they did better on unspecified tests tells less than nothing. are there any reasons to think it is/isn't true? if it were true, would that make any difference?
i know a kristEn, a kristAn, and a kristIn. wtf is up with that? you people need to get your vowels straight
i realized today that andrew wk's "we want fun" uses the melody from pachelbel's canon in d
np: Apollo Sunshine - Katonah - 03 - I Was On The Moon
i was listening the other day to some shit about all the different studies they've done to try and prove that men are more mathy than women. basically they can't come up with anything. what they did come up with is that when you tell a girl a test is hard she is more likely to do worse on it than if you don't say anything and boys (all averages of course) aren't effected by that. and testing done on girls who have a genetic disorder and have more testosterone than other girls like to play with trucks, not as much as boys, but more than other girls.
basically NO, it's all a bunch of crap. and until women are treated as equals and not told that they aren't good at math and science there won't ever be a way to accurately test that kind of thing.
that said, most of the girls i know rock at math and science.
I'm one to agree with that. Anyone can be good at anything... genetics only limit what one certain person can do, and that's still to a degree. There is absolutly no limit to what one's mind can do, unless those limits are imposed upon you.
"well i can only give you store credit since we can't resell this, so i guess you will have to come back." - owned. hahahahahahahaha. you should tell her that the ammount of time taken to spar with her caused your crab to die for lack of heat and you're sueing for emotional distress.
|Date:||January 31st, 2005 03:05 am (UTC)|| |
you're talking to my friend! his name is dan.
i thought his name was dj danthrax! Carp, wrong person.
"i realized today that andrew wk's "we want fun" uses the melody from pachelbel's canon in d"
Hmmm, I must listen to this song. My cellphone rings Pachelbel's Canon.