Sunday, April 04, 2004
all work and no play makes raedy a dull girl
watch out, i might become an axe-wielding psycho. "become" haha, right. sigh.
yeah i have been working really hard lately, but that's okay. i have three new experiments in the works, interesting all three of them. i want to be famous. but i'm going to need about 6 million subjects, and i'm not sure i can find that many. are there even that many people in chicago? i might have to use some people twice. hah...okay anyways. . .
it's pretty lame when one day you're designing an experiment and you realize, wow, this is a random-effects model. my mean square is going to be divided by the interaction for the other variable's f-test. so what that means for all you non-dork/people with important things to think about is: complicated mathematical models which i didn't even understand three months ago are seeping into my unconscious when i'm sleeping and making their way into my everyday thoughts. then, when those thoughts randomly surface, i get giddily excited. then i realize how much of a dork i am. i wonder if a person can ever be TOO dorky. a girl my age should be thinking about makeup and boys and babies, not random-effects models, right? shucks....
freakout 2004 is proceeding nicely in the ping-monaghan "family" here...
example:
"mike angry. mike smash"
have you ever had computer-directed anger so intense that you slam your fists down on the keyboard, preventing the "backspace" and "space"/other important keys on the computer to stop working? then you send your girlfriend an email that looks like this:
raedy.my.comPuter.keYbdsard.no.longer.Works.i.needd.a..new.one.
??
have you? well, mike has.
then, being the dutiful and ever-kind lady that i am, i located a new keyboard to replace the broken one. mike came to pick me up from school, and we came home. in the elevator, he was doing what i appropriately refer to as his "idiot dance" which he does mainly to annoy me, and he dropped the new keyboard i had just procured, smashing it to bits and sending various keys skittering across the elevator floor. he looked down in disbelief, mouth gaping. i cracked up. i absolutely could not stop laughing. then i started picking up the keys, deciding whether he needed them, "do you need 'rightarrow'?" "how about 'k'"? "F10?" etc...he just stood there, open-mouthed in disbelief. so we got home, he reassembled the keyboard as well as he could. then he tried to hook it up to his computer, NOT COMPATIBLE!! that's the funniest part.
i hope you have enjoyed this installment of mike-raedy freakout 2004. please come back next time when i drop my peanut butter sandwich, which i have begged and pouted for mike to make, in bunny poop.
lala
xo
watch out, i might become an axe-wielding psycho. "become" haha, right. sigh.
yeah i have been working really hard lately, but that's okay. i have three new experiments in the works, interesting all three of them. i want to be famous. but i'm going to need about 6 million subjects, and i'm not sure i can find that many. are there even that many people in chicago? i might have to use some people twice. hah...okay anyways. . .
it's pretty lame when one day you're designing an experiment and you realize, wow, this is a random-effects model. my mean square is going to be divided by the interaction for the other variable's f-test. so what that means for all you non-dork/people with important things to think about is: complicated mathematical models which i didn't even understand three months ago are seeping into my unconscious when i'm sleeping and making their way into my everyday thoughts. then, when those thoughts randomly surface, i get giddily excited. then i realize how much of a dork i am. i wonder if a person can ever be TOO dorky. a girl my age should be thinking about makeup and boys and babies, not random-effects models, right? shucks....
freakout 2004 is proceeding nicely in the ping-monaghan "family" here...
example:
"mike angry. mike smash"
have you ever had computer-directed anger so intense that you slam your fists down on the keyboard, preventing the "backspace" and "space"/other important keys on the computer to stop working? then you send your girlfriend an email that looks like this:
raedy.my.comPuter.keYbdsard.no.longer.Works.i.needd.a..new.one.
??
have you? well, mike has.
then, being the dutiful and ever-kind lady that i am, i located a new keyboard to replace the broken one. mike came to pick me up from school, and we came home. in the elevator, he was doing what i appropriately refer to as his "idiot dance" which he does mainly to annoy me, and he dropped the new keyboard i had just procured, smashing it to bits and sending various keys skittering across the elevator floor. he looked down in disbelief, mouth gaping. i cracked up. i absolutely could not stop laughing. then i started picking up the keys, deciding whether he needed them, "do you need 'rightarrow'?" "how about 'k'"? "F10?" etc...he just stood there, open-mouthed in disbelief. so we got home, he reassembled the keyboard as well as he could. then he tried to hook it up to his computer, NOT COMPATIBLE!! that's the funniest part.
i hope you have enjoyed this installment of mike-raedy freakout 2004. please come back next time when i drop my peanut butter sandwich, which i have begged and pouted for mike to make, in bunny poop.
lala
xo
