"Lies, damn lies, and stastistics."
Nov. 26th, 2002 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenI actually thought I would not waste time this morning, I would get work done and do my maths, but I can't use the statistics software, as it seems to have been designed for the exclusive use of mathematicians and their counterparts in hell.
I have done some maths, but some is not a lot, and for the most part I am wasting time and Helena is trying to tell me all about Lebanese food.
I think I may wander over to Anathema, my country... it seems to be doing quite well for a country that is less than twenty-four hours old. It is described as left-wing utopia, which I shall never cease to be happy about.
Yesterday, at the poetry day, Simon Armitage mentioned something I meant to write about last night, but forgot. He called it an ice-breaking party game, but I thought it might be more that that. It's very simple. You take a bunch of people and give them all a match. One by one, they strike the matches, and each person has to tell his or her life story in the time it takes for the match to burn down.
I'd like to try it. I'm sure our resident pyromaniac would love it.
I think I'd like to be productive and get work done, but circumstances conspire. All the work I have to do - that English Lit essay, my history, and the maths - doesn't wt to be done. In other words, the files are at home on my hard disk, or the bloody software refuses to work.
This entry is too long for one made so early in the morning. I need sleep and lots of it.
I have done some maths, but some is not a lot, and for the most part I am wasting time and Helena is trying to tell me all about Lebanese food.
I think I may wander over to Anathema, my country... it seems to be doing quite well for a country that is less than twenty-four hours old. It is described as left-wing utopia, which I shall never cease to be happy about.
Yesterday, at the poetry day, Simon Armitage mentioned something I meant to write about last night, but forgot. He called it an ice-breaking party game, but I thought it might be more that that. It's very simple. You take a bunch of people and give them all a match. One by one, they strike the matches, and each person has to tell his or her life story in the time it takes for the match to burn down.
I'd like to try it. I'm sure our resident pyromaniac would love it.
I think I'd like to be productive and get work done, but circumstances conspire. All the work I have to do - that English Lit essay, my history, and the maths - doesn't wt to be done. In other words, the files are at home on my hard disk, or the bloody software refuses to work.
This entry is too long for one made so early in the morning. I need sleep and lots of it.
