Thats why they have the safety gloves. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Spartiate
I can take chemistry next semester, long and hard; or I can take it next year, for the whole year, but very basic and easy. :hrm:
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Thats why they have the safety gloves. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Spartiate
I can take chemistry next semester, long and hard; or I can take it next year, for the whole year, but very basic and easy. :hrm:
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Originally Posted by Oneironaught
I totally agreee with you. I hate math beyond words can explain. And NO we dont use Math Anaylsis in everyday life. I never saw the why kids need to go past Algebra 2.
That's also why the warning label says "caustic". I hope your hand heals up soon, Spartiate. Those chemical burns can be quite nasty.Quote:
Originally Posted by Xox
I loved chemistry even amidst long equations of conversions and annoying formulas. it was my favorite high school course. I absolutely detest math, however, so why that particular math-riddeled class caught my fancy is beyond me.
As an aside, I don't really care to calculate at what second the train reaches the station. I'll wait like normal people! Screw math.
I love maths, does that make me a bad person? ll.llol
Yes.
:(
No but admitting it does :PQuote:
Originally Posted by Adam
Even if he doesn't admit it that doesn't take away his love of math. That, my friend, is why he is condemned either way. To the guillotine!
The way I see it, physics is applied math, therefore useful math... It's more about problem solving than abstract equations, you can end up solving some pretty cool problems with very little information. You also gain a more profound understanding of how the world works (in advanced physics anyways).Quote:
Originally Posted by Oneironaught
Math on the other hand, ugh... All I've been learning for the last three months is the derivatives for every possible function imagineable. It's completely abstract and I see no point in pushing it that far except for giving your mind an extreme algebra challenge. I mean seriously, what engineer has ever worked with the arccotangent of x to the 7th power?
We actually don't ever use safety gloves, not because we use weak acids, but because you would have to be beyond stupid to get any significant amount on yourself :P... Lab coats and eyewear are a must, though.Quote:
Originally Posted by Xox
Chemistry was one of my favorite subjects this semester, but one of the most boring ones during high school, so I guess it really depends on the level of the theory. One thing's for certain though, it isn't, nor was it ever, a hard subject. So I suggest you take it long and hard... :wtf2:
That's what she said :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Spartiate
I've waited so long to use that stupid line here. My life is fulfilled now.
I've been using that line so much lately. Weirdly I dont mean it sexually. O_0
Oh crap, after watching The Invisible I'm feeling melancholy again. I think it was the crappy ending. Plus, I read Mes's post right after.
Think happy thoughts! Think happy thoughts! No, not those happy thoughts! Murder is not happy! No, not even if you wear a clown suit...
I have a really messed up subconscious, or conscience, or whatever the hell that other side of my mind is that always has a comment to make...
I don't feel to good. I am really tired too. I think I need my bed :(
That's what she said!Quote:
Originally Posted by Adam
...oh, wait...waah. :?
Maths rocks, in a sense that I respect people who can do it but have no ability or desire to do it myself.
That's what I think of programming. Like big programming, not sissy small projects.Quote:
Originally Posted by Siиdяed
lol @ sissy small projectsQuote:
Originally Posted by Mes Tarrant
lol @ big programming.
I think. The world of computer programming similarly entralls me.
...
Code Monkey like Fritos.
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew.
Code Monkey very simple man
with big, warm, fuzzy secret heart.
Code Monkey like you.
Code Monkey like you...
...
I came home tired and exhausted with one too many liters of coffee in my aching tummy. I dig for the pixi stick for that instant sugar rush only to find the package had burst open and, as I type this, powder pours onto my glass desk.
Woe is I.
I forgive you.Quote:
Originally Posted by GestaltAlteration
My eyes open wide as I feel the pores of my skin tingle, like little jolts of electricity pouring through my epidermis. My fingers clench tight around the wheel, my foot feels leaden; it won't rise. There is no sound; my eardrums are numbed. I want to press the brake but my body refuses to obey. I want to go back, to fight. Instead, my foot continues to fall, pressing down until the gas pedal hits its limit. The lights in the mirror have long since vanished. There is nothing I could do against them all. I gasp for breath; my chest feels too tight. Like something is pressing upon my lungs, squeezing me tight. The back of my head feels like it is about to explode, about to blow off and splatter my brains across the headrest in a gory mess. Adrenaline pumps through my veins like liquid fire, my heart is beating too fast. My knuckles are white, yet I can barely feel the texture of the steering wheel beneath my hands.
I gasp again, air rushing in. I am pressed back into my seat as the speedometer struggles to show numbers higher than it was ever meant to show. I am not afraid. No, not afraid. Fear is something you feel. I am beyond feeling. Now it is just survival. I will not die. I cannot die, not now. I have to warn them. I have to warn everyone. My brow furrows, my teeth grinding in my mouth as images dance before my eyes. Horrible images. Images of death, and pain, and terror. I am the only one that escaped. They didn't even see me until it was nearly over. Until everyone else was already gone. They almost got to me, but I was fast. I was smart. I grin fiercely, eyes focusing on the deserted road in front of me. I survived. I have to make sure more survive as well. My hearing is coming back, the engine of the car makes a comforting noise.
I glance in the mirror, not wanting to but knowing I have to. What I see there brings me no comfort. I did not get away as easily as I had thought. One of them is behind me, and it is closing fast. I press harder on the accelerator, but the motor is at its peak. The car can go no faster. I realize that I am probably going to die. No, there is no probably to it. I am going to die. But I will not die alone. I smile to myself, almost laughing. I have long since passed my threshold for stress; I have left what little sanity I had behind, with the rest of the bodies. My right hand drops from the wheel, my left foot stomps the brake, and I jerk the wheel over holding on tight as the car goes into a spin. It is almost on me.
Laughing loudly now, the manic sound echoing in the confines of the small sports car, my fingers close around the object that will ensure I do not die meaninglessly. As it jumps, I ready myself. It hits the roof of the car with its shoulder, or what seems like its shoulder, caving it in and nearly flattening the back of the car, and my finger presses the button. In the split second before I am incinerated in the searing blast, I think one last thought - Take that, you damn toaster oven.
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Err, yeah, I just watched Transformers again. That is what was in my head, I just typed it out.
So funny you should say that, my current programmers are out in Vietnam, and that is how they talk to me on the phone!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Oneironaught
(Verse 1)
Code Monkey get up get coffee.
Code Monkey go to job.
Code Monkey have boring meeting
boring manager Rob.
Rob say Code Monkey very diligent
But his output stink.
His code not functional or elegant.
What do Code Monkey think?
Code Monkey think maybe manager want to write goddamn login code himself.
Code Monkey not say it out loud.
Code Monkey not crazy just proud.
(Chorus)
Code Monkey like Fritos.
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew.
Code Monkey very simple man
with big, warm, fuzzy secret heart.
Code Monkey like you.
Code Monkey like you...
...
Seven hours until the end. Seven hours until all my words are reaped for proof. And yet I agree to go to Moe's restaurant right now? I've taken leave of my senses.