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May. 8th, 2019 01:49 pmHuzzah, Dad is home again! And it's not even the weekend yet. And the food trucks have started coming to the LMA for the summer, so I don't have to go all the way to Cambridge for the Tenoch truck (which wouldn't be in Cambridge on a Wednesday anyway). Huzzah, some more.
Speaking of huzzah, I finally managed to find and read His Majesty's Dragon, which I would have enjoyed more if it hadn't spent so much time rubbing my nose in Napoleonic-era English stuffy uprightness.
Any time Haydn and his drinking song from the Autumn section of the Seasons wants to get the hell out of my head would be fine with me. At least I only have to put up with him for another dress rehearsal tonight and three more days afterward. And I absolutely refuse to have a cold until after Saturday, even though one is trying to catch me as of last night. I'm trying to drown it by drinking lots and lots of water. Which of course means that every time I really need a bathroom, it's occupied.
I'm mildly amused by the minor rant my boss just went on, because she was annoyed at HMS for presenting data about how the dental students do significantly worse in the first year than the medical students. The data presented failed to take into account that the medical student cohort is five times larger than the dental student cohort, so she went charging off to the Oral Health Policy and Epidemiology office to find a biostatistician. I'm not sure whether I'm more amused that we have at least one findable biostatistician, so she's not actually tilting at windmills, or whether I'm more amused that she's that annoyed about it.
Dreamwidth doesn't think "biostatistician" is a real word. Of course, it doesn't think "Dreamwidth" is a real word either, so let that be a lesson to most of us.
Speaking of huzzah, I finally managed to find and read His Majesty's Dragon, which I would have enjoyed more if it hadn't spent so much time rubbing my nose in Napoleonic-era English stuffy uprightness.
Any time Haydn and his drinking song from the Autumn section of the Seasons wants to get the hell out of my head would be fine with me. At least I only have to put up with him for another dress rehearsal tonight and three more days afterward. And I absolutely refuse to have a cold until after Saturday, even though one is trying to catch me as of last night. I'm trying to drown it by drinking lots and lots of water. Which of course means that every time I really need a bathroom, it's occupied.
I'm mildly amused by the minor rant my boss just went on, because she was annoyed at HMS for presenting data about how the dental students do significantly worse in the first year than the medical students. The data presented failed to take into account that the medical student cohort is five times larger than the dental student cohort, so she went charging off to the Oral Health Policy and Epidemiology office to find a biostatistician. I'm not sure whether I'm more amused that we have at least one findable biostatistician, so she's not actually tilting at windmills, or whether I'm more amused that she's that annoyed about it.
Dreamwidth doesn't think "biostatistician" is a real word. Of course, it doesn't think "Dreamwidth" is a real word either, so let that be a lesson to most of us.
