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June 11, 2004

Postings II

People who know me know that I like (or dislike) particular numbers. Sometimes I like them because they are prime, or perfect, or simply important to our daily lives. Some seem to think that these observations about numbers are particularly brilliant, but they are nothing more than what we all learned in Grades 7-9.

This page, however, shows the importance of numbers up to 9999. It's like a wet dream to me. For instance, the mundane number 26 is not mundane at all: it is the ONLY number to lie between a perfect square and a perfect cube. Prepare to be intrigued. I can feel your intrigue already, yes I can.

I simply cannot get enough of this beach volleyball game. I haven't made it past level 5, which is when you get the password to see them play topless, but it's worth it even without the cartoon titties.

And another sign-making site, this time with an interesting backstory. Lcpl Ted Boudreaux took a picture with a couple of Iraqi children last year. What the sign originally said is unclear, but the most popular one is that "Lcpl Boudreaux killed my dad and knocked up my sister!". I would like to think that an alternate one is the reality: "Lcpl Boudreaux saved my dad and rescued my sister!". But the probable truth is, I doubt we'll never know.

Last, but not least: one of the last US CIVIL WAR widows died recently at the age of 97. This is very interesting. This woman married her neighbour in 1927 at the age of 21. The neighbour was already an 81-year-old Civil War vet with children and ganrchildren of his own. The two of them had a son in 1928, and the old man died in 1931. Two months later she married her husband's grandson, or her step-grandson. They were together for more than 50 years.

Now that creates an interesting family tree. Her first son (by the vet) is now her second husband's uncle. Her (step)grandson is the (step)father of her first son. But her grandson's father is her (step)son. or something like that.

But it gets better. Her second son by her second husband is her first son's brother, obviously. But the brothers are also great-uncle and grandnephew. And it gets more complicated. That's why people shouldn't have children transgenerationally.

Posted by JonasParker at June 11, 2004 10:29 AM

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I don't know where the hell I was in grades 7 through 9 since numbers and their meanings elude me. (Oh, wait! I was getting high.)

Posted by: Elizabeth at June 11, 2004 11:19 AM