If you saw with a sawhorse, do you seesaw with a seahorse?
So did you know that they actually make canned bread? As in bread-in-a-can. Japan's Evangelion merchandising franchise also caught on, kicking it up a notch to having not just ordinary bread, but artificially flavored bread (strawberry for the NERV brand and chocolate cream for the SEELE brand).
Then again, they also make things like this, just in case you were wondering. Just a note if "delicious creepiness" is right up your alley because it certainly is right up Tokyo's.
Here's a little something for you: many statistics problems enjoy working with color and various inanimate objects in daily living. One such object is the sock. Many statistics problems also stress the usage of "common sense". Knowing these two commonalities, please take into consideration this question worded thus:
"A drawer contains 11 identical red socks and 8 identical black socks. Suppose that you choose 2 socks at random in the dark. What is the probability that you get a pair of red socks? What is the probability that you get a pair of black socks? What is the probability that you get 2 unmatched socks? Where did the other red sock go?"
Please observe the first level of bolded text: Now there comes a time when I do find myself admitting that yes, my mother had the misfortune of birthing a child who is empirically as dumb as soup but honestly, this? Even I can't fathom why such a situation could possibly be legitimate in any way. What could possibly spur you to attempt this action as described? What does one get out of it (besides a very cheesy attempt at the element of surprise)? What possible sense does this entire scenario present if any? If this is the sort of "common sense" the field of statistics expects from its suitors then no wonder everybody kicks the metaphorical grade-bucket. Movie directors making the fatal mistake of putting sound in space, (as much as this irritates me) makes more sense at the moment.
I mean sure, maybe you just woke up in the early dawn when all is still dark and decided you needed to put on socks - but are you really saving yourself more time by deciding not to go and flick on the switch for the lights before rummaging most randomly through your drawers to little avail? Unless of course the length of your room is the height of Trump Tower and your light switch just so happens to be at polar opposite ends from your bed - in which case: why are you bothering to look for your own clothes anyway? You probably have people who have people to do that for you.
Observe the second line of bolded text: I must now tell you that all 29 students in the class, including myself, could not answer this question. After the first 30 minutes Lynn goes: "Probably Narnia".
After 3 hours we were still not quite sure just what the numerical answer would be - when of course, we suddenly realized that there was none. No, this question is actually completely irrelevant to the galaxy's interests. It has nothing to do with numbers. It has nothing to do with probability.
The back of the book, interestingly enough, did happen to provide an answer which was this: "Who knows? Maybe it got lost in the wash!" The exclamation point was present as well.
Oh and PS. I am still failing in a most epic fashion. At least I bought myself a new travel mug in the meanwhile.
Then again, they also make things like this, just in case you were wondering. Just a note if "delicious creepiness" is right up your alley because it certainly is right up Tokyo's.
Here's a little something for you: many statistics problems enjoy working with color and various inanimate objects in daily living. One such object is the sock. Many statistics problems also stress the usage of "common sense". Knowing these two commonalities, please take into consideration this question worded thus:
"A drawer contains 11 identical red socks and 8 identical black socks. Suppose that you choose 2 socks at random in the dark. What is the probability that you get a pair of red socks? What is the probability that you get a pair of black socks? What is the probability that you get 2 unmatched socks? Where did the other red sock go?"
Please observe the first level of bolded text: Now there comes a time when I do find myself admitting that yes, my mother had the misfortune of birthing a child who is empirically as dumb as soup but honestly, this? Even I can't fathom why such a situation could possibly be legitimate in any way. What could possibly spur you to attempt this action as described? What does one get out of it (besides a very cheesy attempt at the element of surprise)? What possible sense does this entire scenario present if any? If this is the sort of "common sense" the field of statistics expects from its suitors then no wonder everybody kicks the metaphorical grade-bucket. Movie directors making the fatal mistake of putting sound in space, (as much as this irritates me) makes more sense at the moment.
I mean sure, maybe you just woke up in the early dawn when all is still dark and decided you needed to put on socks - but are you really saving yourself more time by deciding not to go and flick on the switch for the lights before rummaging most randomly through your drawers to little avail? Unless of course the length of your room is the height of Trump Tower and your light switch just so happens to be at polar opposite ends from your bed - in which case: why are you bothering to look for your own clothes anyway? You probably have people who have people to do that for you.
Observe the second line of bolded text: I must now tell you that all 29 students in the class, including myself, could not answer this question. After the first 30 minutes Lynn goes: "Probably Narnia".
After 3 hours we were still not quite sure just what the numerical answer would be - when of course, we suddenly realized that there was none. No, this question is actually completely irrelevant to the galaxy's interests. It has nothing to do with numbers. It has nothing to do with probability.
The back of the book, interestingly enough, did happen to provide an answer which was this: "Who knows? Maybe it got lost in the wash!" The exclamation point was present as well.
Oh and PS. I am still failing in a most epic fashion. At least I bought myself a new travel mug in the meanwhile.