I just made a cake for math class. I am very proud of it because it has a nice assortment of equations and it says "We keep it real" on the top, followed by a crossed-out square-root of -1. Ah, math humor. It's hard not to jump on the train when your parents are teaching you how to calculate the distance, if you know the rate and time.
While reading a piece of olde school science-fiction literature, I stumbled across a quadratic equation joke while Carmody was trying to find Which of the Earths he lived on. Hah. Hah. Hah. I would have showed Mrs. Balong if it hadn't taken me so damned long to finish my math test. It's that difference of squares B.S that gets me every freakin time. Mr. (insert last name here) explained it to me YESTERDAY but I happen to be a perfect example of the ole "in one ear, out the other" saying.
I recently obtained three goldfish, of whom I am very fond. Their names are Swimmy and Babycakes. No, that was not a mistake. Two of them are named Swimmy. Raquel deemed one Papa Swimmy and the other Junior Swimmy, which I thought suitable names for them. One is quite a bit larger. I know a man who is an ichtiologist and he informed me that if you have multiple fish, they are only called "fishes" if they are of different types, e.g., three goldfish and one catfish would make a group of fishes. And so three goldfish would make a group of fish. There you go. Off to change the world!
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The fish man was right about the plural state of fishes. I learned that back in my Dreaming of Becoming a Marine Biologist / Dolphin Painter days, which lasted for roughly my entire childhood up until 6th grade.
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That was some good cake.