It was an odd day today, so odd, in fact, that I had to use actual trigonometry (!) at work this afternoon (do they still burn you as a witch for that?). More surprising, even, was the fact that I somehow managed to apply said trigonometry correctly. Afterward, I was lucky enough to spend an hour trying to figure out why my trig-based answers didn’t match the answers I already had in hand (I was employing the back-of-the-book method of problem solving, which may be one of the more important skills learned in high school). Turns out the other answers were wrong and my answers were right. Why, yes, indeed, that is a good thing, thank you for noticing. On the other hand, it means we have to now re-do the steps that generated the wrong answers in the first place.

You’re all very engrossed, I can tell.

The long and short of it is that by the time I got home my brain hurt already. After the kids went to bed I had some work to catch up on because the time I should have spent accomplishing…stuff…this afternoon was instead spent using trigonometry to find problems. As I sat down for my evening catch-up work, I turned on the Olympics in hopes of finding some international hockey action. Sadly, there was no hockey, but plenty of men’s figure skating. In case you’re wondering, that is pretty much the exact same thing as firing up a football game and finding skinny dudes doing ballet. In decidedly non-dude approved jumpsuits.

Yes, I realize that many people apparently like men’s figure skating. I don’t have a problem with it, per se, but I think that as a whole, it would be much improved if it was an actual men’s event rather than a ladies’ event with male participants. Let’s see some aggression out there instead of all that fancy arm-waving. Perhaps we could stage it head-to-head, make it some kind of a throwdown, skate-off, deathmatch. Find a way to get some on-ice smack talk in there, and maybe I’ll pay attention.

I’d still rather watch hockey, though.

One more thing for tonight. Here’s a picture of three of my kids in the snow yesterday; everyone likes pictures of kids, right?

Please note that the snow is already knee-high in that picture. This is taken early in the afternoon, when we’d only gotten about half of our 18 metric crap-tons. By the time I went to bed last night, you could no longer see the paths they’d made in the snow.

The Puddinette brought this picture to my attention shortly before I began writing for the evening. We were both very much entertained by the image, but have no idea what the hell the kids are doing there. After much discussion, we decided they’re either practicing dance routines for an upcoming worldwide summer tour (tickets for Puddin3 are on sale now!), re-enacting the opening of “My Three Sons“, or perhaps attempting to replicate the famous “Charlie’s Angel’s” silhouette. The world may never truly know, but damn if they don’t crack me up anyway.

pud’n