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Aug. 7th, 2008
But could there be derangements?
Aug. 7th, 2008 03:44 pmhttp://www.blogthings.com/theplayingcardtest/
After playing around with the questions, I just realized that the permutations and combinations are nearly endless, and each result is very amusing and unpredictable. One could probably spend a good amount of time picking and choosing various, totally random answers to get hundreds of results. Although if you made lists and kept track of all your answers for each question (how many combinations of spades, hearts, clubs, queens, kings, jacks, aces, numbers), you'd probably come to an end eventually. The Tarot-like answers for each random set of questions is what I like best.
I actually loved doing this sort of thing in school. It was one of the very few bits of math that I enjoyed and was good at.
After playing around with the questions, I just realized that the permutations and combinations are nearly endless, and each result is very amusing and unpredictable. One could probably spend a good amount of time picking and choosing various, totally random answers to get hundreds of results. Although if you made lists and kept track of all your answers for each question (how many combinations of spades, hearts, clubs, queens, kings, jacks, aces, numbers), you'd probably come to an end eventually. The Tarot-like answers for each random set of questions is what I like best.
I actually loved doing this sort of thing in school. It was one of the very few bits of math that I enjoyed and was good at.
But could there be derangements?
Aug. 7th, 2008 03:44 pmhttp://www.blogthings.com/theplayingcardtest/
After playing around with the questions, I just realized that the permutations and combinations are nearly endless, and each result is very amusing and unpredictable. One could probably spend a good amount of time picking and choosing various, totally random answers to get hundreds of results. Although if you made lists and kept track of all your answers for each question (how many combinations of spades, hearts, clubs, queens, kings, jacks, aces, numbers), you'd probably come to an end eventually. The Tarot-like answers for each random set of questions is what I like best.
I actually loved doing this sort of thing in school. It was one of the very few bits of math that I enjoyed and was good at.
After playing around with the questions, I just realized that the permutations and combinations are nearly endless, and each result is very amusing and unpredictable. One could probably spend a good amount of time picking and choosing various, totally random answers to get hundreds of results. Although if you made lists and kept track of all your answers for each question (how many combinations of spades, hearts, clubs, queens, kings, jacks, aces, numbers), you'd probably come to an end eventually. The Tarot-like answers for each random set of questions is what I like best.
I actually loved doing this sort of thing in school. It was one of the very few bits of math that I enjoyed and was good at.
But could there be derangements?
Aug. 7th, 2008 03:44 pmhttp://www.blogthings.com/theplayingcardtest/
After playing around with the questions, I just realized that the permutations and combinations are nearly endless, and each result is very amusing and unpredictable. One could probably spend a good amount of time picking and choosing various, totally random answers to get hundreds of results. Although if you made lists and kept track of all your answers for each question (how many combinations of spades, hearts, clubs, queens, kings, jacks, aces, numbers), you'd probably come to an end eventually. The Tarot-like answers for each random set of questions is what I like best.
I actually loved doing this sort of thing in school. It was one of the very few bits of math that I enjoyed and was good at.
After playing around with the questions, I just realized that the permutations and combinations are nearly endless, and each result is very amusing and unpredictable. One could probably spend a good amount of time picking and choosing various, totally random answers to get hundreds of results. Although if you made lists and kept track of all your answers for each question (how many combinations of spades, hearts, clubs, queens, kings, jacks, aces, numbers), you'd probably come to an end eventually. The Tarot-like answers for each random set of questions is what I like best.
I actually loved doing this sort of thing in school. It was one of the very few bits of math that I enjoyed and was good at.
I want a hat like this
Aug. 7th, 2008 07:41 pmhttp://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1203
And even when I don't have a hat, every time I feel overly anxious I can slap on an invisible hat and yell, "Worry hat engage!"
And even when I don't have a hat, every time I feel overly anxious I can slap on an invisible hat and yell, "Worry hat engage!"
I want a hat like this
Aug. 7th, 2008 07:41 pmhttp://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1203
And even when I don't have a hat, every time I feel overly anxious I can slap on an invisible hat and yell, "Worry hat engage!"
And even when I don't have a hat, every time I feel overly anxious I can slap on an invisible hat and yell, "Worry hat engage!"
I want a hat like this
Aug. 7th, 2008 07:41 pmhttp://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1203
And even when I don't have a hat, every time I feel overly anxious I can slap on an invisible hat and yell, "Worry hat engage!"
And even when I don't have a hat, every time I feel overly anxious I can slap on an invisible hat and yell, "Worry hat engage!"
The power of Whee.
Aug. 7th, 2008 10:03 pmDear Journal: I've told you I never learned to ride a bike, yes?
Never.
I don't know how to ride a bicycle. My balance and motor coordination suffer because of the cerebral palsy, yes, but it's more than that.
So when Adam got me this three-wheeled bike, I really had no idea what to expect.
I didn't expect the feeling of flying. I didn't expect the rush, the exhilaration, the intensity, the freedom, the wind flowing past, my right hand on that brake, pressing gently when the trike sped downhill too fast; taking curves at a fantastic speed that I'd never felt before.
I have never experienced the whee of cycling.
This evening, I finally understood the awesome power of whee.
My knees and thigh muscles were screaming in agony when I rode with Adam back to the house, but I purred to the trike and locked it up, told myself I'd done a good job ("Good girl," I told the trike and myself, "that's my girl."). I went inside. Adam started up another episode of Stargate Atlantis and I took a Soma pill. Now, I am full of happy. The pain is a memory. The endorphin rush is still flowing.
Eventually, I will lose the excess fat weight (yes yes, it has gotten to that point). I will gain and tone muscle. I will strengthen my legs, and my back, and my arms, and my abs. I will do things I haven't done before with my body.
I feel like I small child, learning how to run, discovering a sloping hill, realizing what the world has opened up. Realizing that it's okay to rush into it.
Lisa Simpson said, "I'm proud of you, Mom! You're like Christopher Columbus. You discovered something millions of people knew about before you."
Yeah. That's me.
It's still amazing, though.
I am proud of me.
Never.
I don't know how to ride a bicycle. My balance and motor coordination suffer because of the cerebral palsy, yes, but it's more than that.
So when Adam got me this three-wheeled bike, I really had no idea what to expect.
I didn't expect the feeling of flying. I didn't expect the rush, the exhilaration, the intensity, the freedom, the wind flowing past, my right hand on that brake, pressing gently when the trike sped downhill too fast; taking curves at a fantastic speed that I'd never felt before.
I have never experienced the whee of cycling.
This evening, I finally understood the awesome power of whee.
My knees and thigh muscles were screaming in agony when I rode with Adam back to the house, but I purred to the trike and locked it up, told myself I'd done a good job ("Good girl," I told the trike and myself, "that's my girl."). I went inside. Adam started up another episode of Stargate Atlantis and I took a Soma pill. Now, I am full of happy. The pain is a memory. The endorphin rush is still flowing.
Eventually, I will lose the excess fat weight (yes yes, it has gotten to that point). I will gain and tone muscle. I will strengthen my legs, and my back, and my arms, and my abs. I will do things I haven't done before with my body.
I feel like I small child, learning how to run, discovering a sloping hill, realizing what the world has opened up. Realizing that it's okay to rush into it.
Lisa Simpson said, "I'm proud of you, Mom! You're like Christopher Columbus. You discovered something millions of people knew about before you."
Yeah. That's me.
It's still amazing, though.
I am proud of me.
The power of Whee.
Aug. 7th, 2008 10:03 pmDear Journal: I've told you I never learned to ride a bike, yes?
Never.
I don't know how to ride a bicycle. My balance and motor coordination suffer because of the cerebral palsy, yes, but it's more than that.
So when Adam got me this three-wheeled bike, I really had no idea what to expect.
I didn't expect the feeling of flying. I didn't expect the rush, the exhilaration, the intensity, the freedom, the wind flowing past, my right hand on that brake, pressing gently when the trike sped downhill too fast; taking curves at a fantastic speed that I'd never felt before.
I have never experienced the whee of cycling.
This evening, I finally understood the awesome power of whee.
My knees and thigh muscles were screaming in agony when I rode with Adam back to the house, but I purred to the trike and locked it up, told myself I'd done a good job ("Good girl," I told the trike and myself, "that's my girl."). I went inside. Adam started up another episode of Stargate Atlantis and I took a Soma pill. Now, I am full of happy. The pain is a memory. The endorphin rush is still flowing.
Eventually, I will lose the excess fat weight (yes yes, it has gotten to that point). I will gain and tone muscle. I will strengthen my legs, and my back, and my arms, and my abs. I will do things I haven't done before with my body.
I feel like I small child, learning how to run, discovering a sloping hill, realizing what the world has opened up. Realizing that it's okay to rush into it.
Lisa Simpson said, "I'm proud of you, Mom! You're like Christopher Columbus. You discovered something millions of people knew about before you."
Yeah. That's me.
It's still amazing, though.
I am proud of me.
Never.
I don't know how to ride a bicycle. My balance and motor coordination suffer because of the cerebral palsy, yes, but it's more than that.
So when Adam got me this three-wheeled bike, I really had no idea what to expect.
I didn't expect the feeling of flying. I didn't expect the rush, the exhilaration, the intensity, the freedom, the wind flowing past, my right hand on that brake, pressing gently when the trike sped downhill too fast; taking curves at a fantastic speed that I'd never felt before.
I have never experienced the whee of cycling.
This evening, I finally understood the awesome power of whee.
My knees and thigh muscles were screaming in agony when I rode with Adam back to the house, but I purred to the trike and locked it up, told myself I'd done a good job ("Good girl," I told the trike and myself, "that's my girl."). I went inside. Adam started up another episode of Stargate Atlantis and I took a Soma pill. Now, I am full of happy. The pain is a memory. The endorphin rush is still flowing.
Eventually, I will lose the excess fat weight (yes yes, it has gotten to that point). I will gain and tone muscle. I will strengthen my legs, and my back, and my arms, and my abs. I will do things I haven't done before with my body.
I feel like I small child, learning how to run, discovering a sloping hill, realizing what the world has opened up. Realizing that it's okay to rush into it.
Lisa Simpson said, "I'm proud of you, Mom! You're like Christopher Columbus. You discovered something millions of people knew about before you."
Yeah. That's me.
It's still amazing, though.
I am proud of me.
The power of Whee.
Aug. 7th, 2008 10:03 pmDear Journal: I've told you I never learned to ride a bike, yes?
Never.
I don't know how to ride a bicycle. My balance and motor coordination suffer because of the cerebral palsy, yes, but it's more than that.
So when Adam got me this three-wheeled bike, I really had no idea what to expect.
I didn't expect the feeling of flying. I didn't expect the rush, the exhilaration, the intensity, the freedom, the wind flowing past, my right hand on that brake, pressing gently when the trike sped downhill too fast; taking curves at a fantastic speed that I'd never felt before.
I have never experienced the whee of cycling.
This evening, I finally understood the awesome power of whee.
My knees and thigh muscles were screaming in agony when I rode with Adam back to the house, but I purred to the trike and locked it up, told myself I'd done a good job ("Good girl," I told the trike and myself, "that's my girl."). I went inside. Adam started up another episode of Stargate Atlantis and I took a Soma pill. Now, I am full of happy. The pain is a memory. The endorphin rush is still flowing.
Eventually, I will lose the excess fat weight (yes yes, it has gotten to that point). I will gain and tone muscle. I will strengthen my legs, and my back, and my arms, and my abs. I will do things I haven't done before with my body.
I feel like I small child, learning how to run, discovering a sloping hill, realizing what the world has opened up. Realizing that it's okay to rush into it.
Lisa Simpson said, "I'm proud of you, Mom! You're like Christopher Columbus. You discovered something millions of people knew about before you."
Yeah. That's me.
It's still amazing, though.
I am proud of me.
Never.
I don't know how to ride a bicycle. My balance and motor coordination suffer because of the cerebral palsy, yes, but it's more than that.
So when Adam got me this three-wheeled bike, I really had no idea what to expect.
I didn't expect the feeling of flying. I didn't expect the rush, the exhilaration, the intensity, the freedom, the wind flowing past, my right hand on that brake, pressing gently when the trike sped downhill too fast; taking curves at a fantastic speed that I'd never felt before.
I have never experienced the whee of cycling.
This evening, I finally understood the awesome power of whee.
My knees and thigh muscles were screaming in agony when I rode with Adam back to the house, but I purred to the trike and locked it up, told myself I'd done a good job ("Good girl," I told the trike and myself, "that's my girl."). I went inside. Adam started up another episode of Stargate Atlantis and I took a Soma pill. Now, I am full of happy. The pain is a memory. The endorphin rush is still flowing.
Eventually, I will lose the excess fat weight (yes yes, it has gotten to that point). I will gain and tone muscle. I will strengthen my legs, and my back, and my arms, and my abs. I will do things I haven't done before with my body.
I feel like I small child, learning how to run, discovering a sloping hill, realizing what the world has opened up. Realizing that it's okay to rush into it.
Lisa Simpson said, "I'm proud of you, Mom! You're like Christopher Columbus. You discovered something millions of people knew about before you."
Yeah. That's me.
It's still amazing, though.
I am proud of me.