Mathematical Models
[by major]
Chemistry: The model with 5 variables works for 99% of situations, and you’ve got another model with 11 variables for that 1% edge case. Unfortunately, you flipped a term in your stoichiometry and your answer was off by 6 orders of magnitude.
Physics: You have a choice of 3 models. The first requires only trig but is only accurate if the objects are both massless and frictionless. The second is perfectly accurate but looks like a Wizard wrote it to be intentionally obfuscating. The third is an effortlessly easy approximation but was empirically disproven in 1993 and will not be accepted on the exam.
Biology: So, um, I know we’ve never actually covered it in any of your mathematical courses, but, just a hypothetical; what if you suddenly needed to describe everything using recursion? You’d be fine, right?
Economics: What that? Accuracy? Predictive Power? Oh, no no no, we don’t need any of that, we just need something complicated enough to impress the Investors! You didn’t actually think we were accurately modeling The Economy, did you?
Game Design: Needs more triangles
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Lacey introduces herself as a second-year student, and Crispin is confirmed by a line of (extremely easy-to-miss, thank you Game Freak, lol) NPC dialogue to be a first-year.
Uva/Naranja's classrooms follow a number-letter naming scheme, 1-A, 1-D, 2-G, while Blueberry's are number-number, 1-4 and 3-2, showing the schools to use a different organizing system. Uva/Naranja's homerooms are also explictly organized by each student's track, hence why Nemona is in the same homeroom as Juliana/Florian despite having attended the academy longer.
Because of these facts, I believe it is meant to be implied that Blueberry Academy's students are traditionally grouped by school year the way most Japanese schools are (while Unova is based on the United States of America, Game Freak is, of course, a Japanese company, so I don't think it's too much of a leap to suggest that they're following a system that would be most familiar to their writers and main audience, especially considering Blueberry's uniforms seem to be based on Japanese high school uniforms). The year of each class is signified by the first number in their designation: 1-4 would presumably be a first year class, 3-2 would presumably be a third year class.
In Carmine and Crispin's League Club Room conversation, it's revealed that Crispin and Kieran are in the same class. Kieran's classroom is, sure enough, 1-4- therefore, I believe he is meant to be a first-year student.
Likewise, NPC dialogue in Class 3-2 reveals Carmine and Amarys are both in that class- therefore, I believe the two of them are meant to be third-year students.
MY PROPOSAL
First Years: Crispin (confirmed) and Kieran (presumed)
Second Years: Lacey (confirmed)
Third Years: Carmine and Amarys (both presumed)
I literally am not sure because the information is spread between NPC dialogue that uses confusing wording (ThAnKs Game Freak) and a League Club Room conversation and I already spent way too much time trying to figure out where the hell it was confirmed that Crispin was a first-year and if I'm being honest I kind of don't care enough about him to confirm this (which is not to speak to his writing or character! Really! I just am focused more on other characters) so I'm just going to say "on his third attempt at Second-Year": Drayton (lol)
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Kitchen Nightmares
That's what Mr. Mittens has dubbed the day i have been having. And it's fitting.
Important to know before I begin this tale, though not actually part of the tale:
Our heat pump has been awaiting repairs for about a week now. The heat works, but not WELL. It's painful knowing we're paying like 3x what we should be to keep the house warm while waiting for the Very Expensive Part needed to fix the thing. The part has been received by the repairdude and he's coming out tomorrow to complete the Very Expensive Repair, but in the meantime, we're trying desperately not to run the heat as much as possible. It would kinda suck to break it even worse (and even More Expensively) right before it's scheduled to get fixed.
Okay, now back to the actual Kitchen Portion of this essay...
Last night, I thought it would be fun to make dutch babies as a late night snack. Wednesday is Mr. Mittens' night off every week, and we always have some sort of pastry or other sweet treat with our coffee and then watch bad tv together for a few hours. It's a tradition! So my sister gave us a recipe for dutch babies made in a muffin tin... tiny dutch babies! What a fun idea, right?!
Well I got the ingredients all measured out into the blender, go to turn it on, and... the motor whirs and it SOUNDS like something should be happening, but nothing is actually happening! the ingredients remain a congealed mass in the bottom of the blender.
When I lift the pitcher to make sure i got the blades in securely or whatever, a bunch of heavy plastic nubs go skittering across the counter. These are the nubs on the blender base that engage the blades inside the pitcher. And they are very clearly no longer attached to the blender.
Now, this is a fairly old blender. I've probably had it about 20 years. I don't use it very often, but when I do, it's because I specifically need a blender for that task. And it's a Good Quality Blender! It's a Kitchen Aid! It's not supposed to do this! But it did... with a cup of flour, a cup of milk, and four eggs rapidly turning into something resembling wet concrete in the bottom of the pitcher.
Well, luckily i also own an immersion blender, but I'm not dumb enough to jam it down into the big blender pitcher to engage in some sort of hand-held spinning blades duel, so I scrape all that pseudo-batter into a mixing bowl and have at it. All the while, the muffin tin has been pre-heating in the oven and is starting to smell a little strange.
I pull it out, drop a pat of butter into each well, and pour in the batter, which i'm already not sure retains the correct proportions of ingredients, since it was truly impossible to get everything out of the blender. I was doing my best! I WAS DOING MY BEST!
My best was truly sub-par...
So i get it in the oven, and toward the end of the bake time, it was getting a little smokey in there. Ah, crap, some of the batter overflowed and splatted on the bottom of the oven, but the dutch babies actually turned out pretty tasty! So at least there's that... Aside from being like three times as messy as they should've been, and requiring a lot more cleanup than it should've taken, and my now destroyed blender that I'm pretty sure can't be repaired... well... it was almost one in the morning, i was tired, the oven was still hot, I figured I'd just clean up the spilled mess in the oven in the morning.
That... was a mistake.
Because by morning, I'd totally forgotten about it.
Until Mr. Mittens decided he'd make himself a frozen pizza. So he turned on the oven.
The kiddo was in the kitchen toasting a bagel, I was in the living room typing on my laptop, and when he went in to put the pizza in the oven, the kid was like "uh i think something's smoking a little in there?"
And they opened the oven door only to find it was literally on fire!
so... they closed the oven door and called out to me to alert me to this fact.
"uh, hon... i think the oven's on fire..."
and since this is apparently an event beyond the comprehension of my spouse and my adult kid, I put down the laptop and drag my ass out of my chair and go in the kitchen.
Mr. Mittens and kiddo are just standing there, staring at the smoke now pouring out of the oven vent, like... okay what do we do now?
I was like "wait, you saw fire and just closed the oven door?"
they shrug
I began by turning off the oven, as you do in circumstances like these, then opened the door and started... trying to blow out the fire. as you do... ?
when that quite obviously failed, i grabbed the fire extinguisher and had the fire out in like half a second.
But then I had twice as much mess to clean up as I would've if I'd only remembered the stupid dutch baby spill before the oven got turned on again.
So... mr mittens dejectedly put his pizza back in the freezer and i waited for the oven to get cool enough to clean. I couldn't even air out the house, because it's below freezing outside, and my poor heat pump would've likely exploded trying to counteract having all the damn windows open. So we sat in our smoky house while I made us grilled cheese sandwiches and waited for the oven to cool off.
Then I cleaned out the entire damn oven, and it's fine, nothing truly damaged, just a little bit gross. Thank heck. If anything else breaks, I might start screaming and not be able to stop.
I also don't want to clean anything else. But unfortunately I need to do laundry next... At least I had a nice grilled cheese, and some dutch babies. And the oven's clean.
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