Minneapolis Adventures

Taking second place to the "mouton":

Arbusto: "She thinks she's funny, but I see more humor at accountant conventions."

I think my hierarchical linear modeling class is going to cause me to lose hair.

I had a dream last night that my friend Psychometrics Boy was the HLM professor. He called me into his office and explained to me that he was not going to go out and sing karaoke with me, because I could not identify a statistical model that fit my data.

Hair loss due to stress usually occurs about six months later. I should be bald by June.


Edit: I left a message on Psychometrics Boy's Facebook wall telling him of my dream. The following wall conversation ensued.

Psychometrics Boy: "If I were the prof in an HLM class, I think that I would actually require students to get into groups of 10 or so, rewrite the lyrics of a common song to talk about HLM, and actually sing those lyrics at a karaoke night as part of the final project."

Me:
"Ain't nothin' but a constraint
You misspecified, it's a mistake
I never wanna hear you say
Model it that way"

CSPPGirl (Psychometrics Boy's fiancee): "I'm not sure P.B. is up enough on his boy bands to know what song that is."

Psychometrics Boy: "The sad part is that I understand it AND think that it's funny."

One of my most inexplicable and unreasonable pet peeves is a very wide gumline coupled with very small teeth. In an episode of The Family Guy, I heard Stewie use the term "bad tooth to gum ratio." And while I am a fan of said term, I am definitely not a fan of the bad ratio itself.

Before you call me a terrible person, I am well aware that this pet peeve is unreasonable because people cannot help their tooth size. I won't dispute that I'm a terrible person for making such shallow judgments. And since I have been informed that I do not in fact have a "get out of hell free" card, I am probably going to hell for the aforementioned judgment. All that aside: I'm still not a fan. I'm even less of a fan when women with extremely bad tooth to gum ratios wear dark or bright lipsticks that only highlight their problem.

I was pondering the bad tooth to gum ratio/bad lipstick problem aloud with TheDesigner this morning. My conclusion was that women with such a ratio should stick to nude lipsticks and glosses.

TheDesigner: "But wouldn't it look like they just had one huge gum and no lip if they wore lipstick that matched their gums?"

Me: "I think the contrast of a dark lipstick would be worse."

TheDesigner: "Maybe we should conduct an experiment. We could compare lipstick colors on people with really small teeth."

Me (since I fully endorse the scientific method in matters such as these): "Good idea."

TheDesigner finished her makeup and announced that it was time for coffee.

Me: "And for me, it is time for lip gloss. Because I have a GOOD tooth to gum ratio and I ca - "

And at that moment, I dropped my favorite cheap lip gloss - the one with the faint peppermint flavor, the one that is a touch darker than nude but still perfect for everyday wear - on the floor. Broken with no hope of repair, the tube began to ooze gloss.

After I finished cursing, I said to TheDesigner, "This is karma, isn't it."

TheDesigner: "Yup."

This is our baby, sitting still for once. She's into everything and is always busy with climbing this, exploring that, or tearing across the room in pursuit of an imaginary something else.

I'm going to duck back under the piles of work I have to finish before finals week. Have a good weekend everyone!

Me (jubilantly): "So after this spring, I only have three more course requirements left!"

Arbusto: "And then your thesis."

Me: "Wait, did you say 'thesis' or 'feces'?"

Arbusto (after a split second of deliberation): "They are the same."

This used to be my left eyebrow. Being the freak I am about eyebrows - I cheer every few weeks, when I groom my brows back into symmetry - I was ridiculously proud of this eyebrow.














This is my left eyebrow now. After I waxed half of it off.














On Saturday night, I was rushing to get ready for IrishTenor's Christmas concert (brief shameless plug for their performance on Dec. 9), and I noticed that my eyebrows were a forest. Obviously I could not attend the concert with eyebrows that were a forest. So I brought out the wax kit and in my hurry, I positioned the strip just slightly lower than intended. You can see the result.

This is not my first hair-removal mishap (but we won't talk about the other one, as it was not an eyebrow forest situation). It will probably not be my last. For now, I'll just be drawing in the missing half of my left eyebrow.