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Fixing stuff, myself included…


Post 100

“Strange brew… girl what’s inside of you”, that’s from an old 70s song the name of which I don’t remember. Anybody know it?

So what?

Don’t you sometimes wonder what’s inside of you? I don’t mean organs, or bones, or veins, but rather what’s making you tick on a particular day. What’s making me tick today is this: I’ve got some relearning to do, and I just don’t want to. All that statistical “stuff” I knew two years ago is somewhere in my brain. Maybe I just need a jump start like the car. The car, the damn muffler is falling off and wired up with a coat hanger once again. Why do they do that? Fall off I mean, really it’s like the statistics; perhaps a little rewiring would help there as well.

You’re not making a whole lot of sense.

I didn’t ask for your two cents worth!

Now you’ve gone and done it.

What? Who’s asking the questions here anyway? Okay so I’m asking and answering; what do you want to know?

Are you going to finish that damn thesis in time?

I think I’ve got to find someone who’s been doing statistical analysis for a while to help me, because I don’t have time to go over all that crap again. Yes I said crap! I don’t know how I ever got through all that “stuff” the first time. I’m rambling all over the place so I’m signing off. “You are the weakest link! Good-bye”

“Diamonds are nothing more than chunks of coal that stuck to their jobs.”

–Malcolm Stevenson Forbes

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