I have homework. I can't procrastinate any more, so there's nothing for it but to sit indoors on this springlike (Setsubun strikes!) sunny day and work on discrete mathematics. Big O notation—so much fun and I'm sure it will be really useful. Now that I've committed those words to electrons, I'm sure they'll be haunting me shortly.
Oz amuses himself. Of late he has been disappointed with the fleece hats on offer at Target or wherever. He decided to venture into millinery and thus acquired navy blue fleece, needle, thread. Today is hat day since he ends up having a few hours (my hoped for two minute problems are liberally interspersed with the 45 minute kind). He cuts a strip of fleece, sews the ends together, sews closed one end of the resultant tube, and sews together the two corners of the sewn together end. He turns it inside out and, voila, hat.
"How do you like my hat?" The hat looks okay. Dark blue, hat-like, trapezoidal at the top.
"It's nice. You look, uh, Canadian. All you need is a beer, a string going through a hole in the ice, and an opinion on hockey. Eh?"
198 words | February 5, 2005 11:48 PM | Real true story