Adventures to WalMart
Fun fact: by bus, it takes approximately an hour and 45 minutes to get to WalMart from my house. The fact that one can drive for an hour and 45 minutes (at a relatively fast speed) and still be in the same town perplexes me. That’s like going from Moscow to Lewiston and back.
What also perplexes me is how there can only be one (edit: two) Walmart(s) in a city of 611,000 people.
And how so many of these people can ignore homeless people begging for change.
Neutrality: It’s Not Just for Switzerland Anymore
So today sucked because it was TA Development Day, which is codename for Groupwork for Nine Hours Day, but while we were designing fake rubrics, I thought of a good topic for some research (even though there’s probably hundreds of papers written on it). What are the effects of having a “neutral” or “no preference” response in Likert-type scales? Like such:
“I am a cool person.”
(1) strongly disagree
(2) slightly disagree
(3) neutral
(4) slightly agree
(5) strongly agree
What effect does it have on the response? Are more people going to fall into that neutral category, thus lowering the number of people who would have chosen otherwise if that category hadn’t been there? Or are people put off by surveys/questionnaires that lack this “middle ground” option—thus including one would increase response? It’s an interesting thing to look at.
I don’t know about this place…
You can hardly see the stars here.
WLAJF
I’ve had this feeling every once and awhile, on those (very rare) days when things just come together and work out.
*in best Comic Book Guy voice* “Longest move ever.”
Holy crap. So from about 3:00 PM yesterday (or whenever we got back from St. Marie’s, Matt, I can’t remember) to approximately 5:00 this afternoon, I’ve been moving out/helping Sean move to his new apartment. No sleep. Mashed potatoes break for both of us around midnight, but that was it.
But damn, I got that kitchen clean.
What’s worse is the fact that I have to go work a 22-hour shift in two hours. Please kill me now.
TAKE ME UNDER YOUR WHEELS!!
Man, this house looks WEIRD without DA COLE TRAIN sitting in the middle of the living room. It also looks weird when it’s clean.
And free of Michael’s bitching.
I don’t know who this guy is, but I want his babies.
I wonder if I could make this my ringtone…
That is all for today.
Hello, June!
So I had this weird dream the other night about me as a kid, and it got me thinking today about all the random crap I believed when I was little. Examples:
- I believed that since there was a New York, New Jersey, New Mexico, etc. that there existed states that were called Old York, Old Jersey, Old Mexico, etc.
- I thought that atoms made up inorganic things and cells made up organic things and that they were entirely different and non-inclusive from one another.
- All through preschool I thought that sounds like “th” and “ch” and “sh” had their own single letter, and I would agonize for hours over the banner we had in the classroom that listed the letters of the alphabet, trying to figure out which letters made the “th,” “ch,” and “sh” sounds. Now that I think about it, though, I don’t really know why I had that problem, ‘cause I could easily read by that point and had no problems with words like “the” or “chair.”
- I went around for the longest time thinking that you had to “learn” how to smell. I remember having to do this assignment in first grade where our teacher put different things with strong scents in paper bags and we had to go around and identify them by smelling them. I cried the whole time because everyone else had learned to smell except for me.
- I thought they were called “ultraviolent” rays, which is why they burned you.
- I always wondered why posters of the body always showed the colon but never the semicolon.
- I thought the New Testament was like a remake of the Old Testament (like Godzilla 2000 was a remake of the original Godzilla). I held that the remakers did a poor job, ‘cause nothing was really the same and there was this new character named Jesus (I was a pretty dumb kid).
- To “box someone’s ears” meant to force them to wear little boxes around their ears, which would be embarrassing for them, which would be their punishment for whatever they did.
Um…yeah.
Throngs of Thongs!
Hahaha, so noodle night tonight reminded me of an incident last Friday that I forgot to blog about.
So.
We (Aaron, Lanky, and I) were driving down Jackson to go to Mongolian BBQ (as per usual on Fridays).
We stopped at the light at 6th street and we saw this group of young runners crossing the street. I figured it was the high school track team practicing.
Then we see this guy running with them.
Who was naked.
Except for a thong.
Everybody in the running group seemed pretty cool with it, as did the thong guy, who just jogged across the street like there was nothing unusual going on.
We were going to follow him, but they ran behind the silos, so we just laughed.
Well this shows how much of a genius I am
So today I was in the physics/engineering building for stats, and I got there a few minutes early. I went to go get a drink of water and I got a brief glance at one of those “cover your cough” posters that are everywhere. The words looked kind of weird to me, so I thought, “oh, this must be some special mathematical puzzle one for the physics students.”
Then I realized it was just in Spanish.
Yeah, I’m a genius.
TODAY HAS NO TITLE OH GOD
The online class is helping with the sentence structure and whatnot. However, since the only words we’ve learned how to say are “pencil,” “book,” “magazine,” “box,” “yes,” “and,” and “this is a,” I figured I’d see if I could expand my vocabulary a little using the random article search in Greek Wiki. These are now the words I know:
- Metal
- Gallium
- Titanium
- Glass
- Biology
- Genetics
- Bibliography
- History
- Technology
- Litre
- Size (not even close to anything in English)
Yay!
I’m learning Greek!
Because I realized that I just got a college degree without knowing how to count to ten in another language (except for Spanish…but that doesn’t count because that’s all they taught us).
Also, Greek is badass.
Helvetica Headache
Well, this was going to be a small simple thing, but, as you know, that never is the case when I’m involved. So I now present to you a semi-objective ranking of the alphabet!
I decided that the letters would be judged according to six factors:
-Uppercase Aesthetic Value (visual) (UAV visual): aesthetic value based on visual appeal of uppercase letters typed in 40 pt. Arial.
-Lowercase Aesthetic Value (visual) (LAV visual): aesthetic value based on visual appeal of lowercase letters typed in 40 pt. Arial.
-Uppercase Aesthetic Value (written) (UAV written): aesthetic valued judged on ease* of written uppercase letters, in the style of Arial.
-Lowercase Aesthetic Value (written) (LAV written): aesthetic valued judged on ease* of written lowercase letters, in the style of Arial.
-Phonetic Aesthetic Value (PAV): aesthetic value judged on ease of spoken sound. Letters with multiple sounds had each sound ranked. The means of these rankings are reported.
-Aural Aesthetic Value (AAV): aesthetic value judged on appeal of spoken sound. Letters with multiple sounds had each sound ranked. The means of these rankings are reported here.
Here is the table of the rankings, followed by a column of the final ranked letters. Have fun (asterisks denote tied values)!

Colors always win
Crayola’s freaking badass.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crayola
http://www.sil.si.edu/exhibitions/doodles/cf/doodles_enlarge.cfm?id_image=167 (“toxicity = OK!”)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Crayola_crayon_colors
I don’t know what happened to Radical Carrot…I KNOW that was a crayon color, ‘cause we named a superhero after it in elementary school. “There isn’t any person quite like Radical Carrot!” God, I still remember the sing-song tone we yelled that in.
Anyway.
Apparently the scent of Crayola crayons is more recognizable than the scent of cheese. Rock on.
Sigh
Today I realized that, even with the tabs in internet browsers, I still manage to have like five browser windows open (each with four or so tabs), along with two or three Word documents, iTunes, and probably R.
Muli-tasking, thy name is Claudia.
Or ADD. Whatever.
I also managed to somewhat unconsciously Google “Google,” what the hell is up with that?
Insanity peppers (otherwise known as energy shots)
This is me like every other weekend. I swear to god this is what happens.
Beware of geeks bearing .gifs
I am bored and have nothing to write about today, so instead I will present you with a few of my favorite .gifs. Enjoy!
Monads are a girl’s best friend
I love how they don’t even say “sexual activity” anymore on Viagra commercials.
Now it’s just “ask your doctor if your heart is strong enough for sex.”
And even if it wasn’t, wouldn’t that be in your top 10 preferred ways to die, anyway?
Seriously.
BOXY BOXY
This important young man is Boxy Boxy. He’s magical. That is all.

Short and random
I miss Art Camp. Aneel (if you still read these/if I ever bother to check if I can post), do you miss Art Camp?
I also miss Ross.
I also think Lady GaGa is snazzy.
School needs to end soon
Reasons why Claudia would not make a good housewife:
- “Sauteing” is a foreign concept to me.
- “Do not use too many mushrooms” is a phrase I do not heed very well.
- Same with “stir continuously.”
- If there is SAS in the room, my attention shall be diverted to it.
- Ovens scare me.
- I’m not that comfortable around microwaves, either.
- My ingredient-buying heterogeneity to actual ingredients used ratio is frightening (aka I like maybe five things and buy way too many different things on various whims).
- Dirty dishes? Yeah, they can sit there for another week, it’s cool.
Reasons Claudia WOULD make a good housewife:
- If my husband wanted the same meal every day for a year, I’d be totally okay with that. In fact, I would insist upon it.
- I’m an “aim to please” type of lady.
- ORGANIZE! I like to ORGANIZE!
HOLD YOUR BREATH, OH GOD
WE’RE ALL SURROUNDED BY A SEMI-VISCOUS FLUID FULL OF GLITTER!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!
I DON’T HAVE ANY FREAKING PANTS ON!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALSJCVOWERJGALMVVDOXC!

There is SPSS. There is also PSPP. Oh, the unbound imagination of statisticians…
Nick described this as his dating life, but with better music.
Also this: