Thursday, June 02, 2005

What's Wang This Week

With the start of work comes the end of things to talk about. I really got nothin'. But here goes anyway.

Today I played with the "Next Blog" button at the top of my blog for the first time. I was amazed at the stuff you can find out there; for example, everything you ever wanted to know about prostate cancer, right there waiting for you. Need to move to Minneapolis for treatment at the Mayo Clinic? You'll need moving boxes. Having concerns about how to pay for your prostate cancer treatment? Well, 0% APR Credit Card info just might be your saviour. But take it from me, be careful any time you buy prostate cancer online.

Saturday night I will be joining Eric's jazz combo at an informal gig with their friends in attendance to sing a song about Derek. Great, right? Well, great until I realized I don't think I can sing and play guitar at the same time anymore. Come to think of it, I don't think I ever could. Oh well, I'm sure I can miraculously improve my coordination in the next two days... but it's going to take some moral support. Who amongst you will come watch me sing a song rife with homosexual undertones amongst people I don't know?

Things I have learned today on teh intarweb:

  • People don't watch enough classic SNL
  • A Catholic schoolteacher has called for my castration
  • I am a republican

It's amazing how easily people will turn on you when you call someone an ignorant slut. I even provided context -- and as you, my dear readers, know, I never provide context online -- and people are still calling for my balls. And, I have to add, it's quite astonishing that so many people don't remember the classic SNL bit. I simultaneously pooh-pooh your lack of pop-culture knowledge and envy your having of lives.

It looks like next year I will be the TA for the main graduate probability course at Berkeley (the one I just finished). How's that for an ego trip, eh? People come from the world around to study probability at Berkeley, and who's gonna be their TA?

Me, baby, me.

You know what that is? Fuckin' clutch, that's what.

Current Music: The Beatles - Helter Skelter


Jowen said...
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Jowen said...

I'd go to Berkeley to study you. Oh yeah!

Anonymous said...

Congratulations on the TA job, but I don't know if that is "clutch". If you were the last statistician alive, and there was a madman about to blow the world up unless someone could perform a complex statistical analysis for him, and you did that analysis and saved the world, that would be pretty fucking clutch. Getting a TA job? Cool, but not exactly clutch.


Dickolas Wang said...

Good call. Perhaps it's more money than clutch. But depending on your definition, it's still pretty clutch.

A Sheltered Town said...

I've got some TA for you. All you need is a little clutch, you dirty slut.

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but as it is at the present time, your TAship is not clutch. Much like Jim boning the daughter of the Lebanese ambassador to Colombia (high five Jimbo), your TAship is awesome and perhaps even inspiring, but it is not clutch.

Last minute three-pointers to win the game. Clutch. Being the only hostage negotiator who could successfully negotiate a hostage release. Clutch. The mechanical device used to change gears in a car. Clutch. Rhymes with Dutch, begins with "Cl". Clutch. Teaching people statisitics, even at a hardcore school like Berkeley. Not clutch, but still pretty sweet, and money.


Dickolas Wang said...

Whatever do you mean, Shelby?

Jowen said...

I have clutch, pick me!

Anonymous said...

I've made my choice.
Tranny, only slightly ahead of Kutcher.