November 9th, 2007
Going out on a limb
The smoke of statistics and the mirror of mathematics.
Anybody know any more miraculous feats of logic?
The smoke of statistics and the mirror of mathematics.
Anybody know any more miraculous feats of logic?
Philip J Schadenfreude on 
I think I’m going to demand a recount.
There is a very dirty comment waiting to be made regarding that third leg.
My exgf who studies G.I.S at uni claims that 75% of statistics are made up.
I think she is lying, but does that increase the percentage?
Roughly half of all Britons have below average intelligence. It’s true.
really? sad.
reminds me of an 8-limbed baby i read about a while ago
I think that is the kid in ?India? with a co-joined twin.
Worst reporting ever to say that she has 8 limbs. She has the normal amount and so does her co-joined twin. Papers turn everything into a freakshow to get more readers. They are f**ktards at times. Some of the things they write about here are just stupid.
BTW, I think that girl is getting the dead twin removed soon.
Yeah, she already did actually. And it went successfully, as a recall. They did look a bit like an octopus though, before the surgery.
huh, that really sucks.
If “most people” have something,
it becomes the new average, which
is not being mean. Mean is a totally
different statistic. I revert to that,
sometimes, we all do. It’s human.
Ah, but if “most people” have something, that actually makes it the mode, not the average. The mean actually is the average. Or so my statistics class led me to believe.
What’s the median number of limbs then, I wonder?
That’s an excellent question.
Sera, do you mean, “mean” as in “not kind,” or “mean” as in “mathematical averages?” Because it could go either way. (Come to that, what do I mean by “mean?”)
and hey, is it true that youre more likely to die by being kicked by a donkey than in a plane crash? because if thats true, surely there should be vicious donkeys wandering around? ill steer clear, thanks.
that reminds me of a dream I had during a massage the other day, suddenly I thought to myself, “oh, there’s my third arm…”
Sounds like a good dream. I like the interesting ones.
have you ever dreamed in the 4th dimension? like you need to fold/manipulate yourself in just such a way to get through/activate this other thing, but it’s all happening in a language that is not, and will never have an analog in this reality?
Closest I’ve ever come to something like that was this one time I was dreaming I really had to urinate, but I couldn’t figure out where the floppy drive was on the toilet, so I kept hunting for the slot, disk in hand, trying to hold it in….
The I woke up and peed, felt much better, and went back to sleep. It didn’t even occur to me that it was odd to be trying to inert a floppy disk before being able to pee until I awoke the next morning.
Hah! Thank goodness you never found the slot. Our sleeping minds are so, so very strange.