Yes, Mandy, I know wordparts has been pathetically bad lately. Give me until I’m done with my Calculus II midterm coming up on Friday.

In the meantime, here’s a math joke:

How can you tell an introverted mathematician from an extroverted mathematician?

The extrovert looks at your shoes.

When the facts are with you, pound the facts. When the facts are against you, pound the table.

Sample email address: JohnsonLee@abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijk.com

— The World’s Longest Alphabetical Email Address

Holy crap.

No, that’s not strong enough.

Holy fucking crap.

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, fanatical, criminal.

Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
Acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

— “The Logical Song”, Supertramp