Advice on a Friday night

My favourite insult

About an hour and a half ago, I went offline (shock! horror!) so that I could duraseal the three volumes of Tax Law legislation that I bought today. My parting message in one of my Facebook conversations was "ttyl dork".

A few minutes later, I received this text:

"Don't call me a dork, person durasealing their tax books!"

Good call. It is a rather dorky thing to do, prima facie. But they are massive and their covers are flimsy and if I took them to university in my bag twice a week then they would surely be destroyed, if left uncovered. So, my response (in my head) was:

"It's not dorky; it's sensible!"

However, having thought about it for a few moments, I realised that being sensible does not necessarily preclude something from being dorky. In fact, the two are hardly mutually exclusive. Depressingly, most things that I thought of immediately after making this realisation were both dorky and sensible. See below:

I broke my smoothie maker

I have a newfound love both for writing mathematical equations and graphs out of jokes and other things that aren't inherently quantitative. I hope to feature a few of these on this blog in the future.

To start it off, I found this on one of my friends' Facebook pages:
I didn't actually make this myself*, but it is of course true of my milkshake. The drink, that is.

*There are a few ways that you can tell this:

-the axes are not labelled;

-the units of the y-axis are not given;

-I would not have made the y-axis go up to 120 when it is measuring percentages in a situation where it is nonsensical to have percentages greater than 100%.