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Trippy weather

Words I heard myself utter upon sitting up in bed this morning and observing that it had snowed overnight: "Wow that's fucking trippy."

Odds that I would have given, a week ago, that it would snow again in southern New England this year: One in 1,000.

Odds that I would have given, a week ago, that I would ever use the word "trippy" to describe the weather: One in 10,000.

Odds that a statistician would have given, a week ago, that I would use the word "trippy" to describe a snowfall in southern New England later this year: Less than one in 10 million.

Conclusion1: The weather this year is wacked.

Conclusion2: I don't understand my own subconscious.

Conclusion3: At least I'm not as dumb as a statistician.

March 18, 2002 4:05 PM

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"Wow that's fucking trippy" - what I said when a shot of pure adrenalane after injected into a persons heart brought them back to life...

Posted by Pulp Fiction on July 22, 2004 12:03 PM


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