So after work tonight I am planning a clandestine trip to the store to buy a pie. I don’r know what kind of pie it will be, but it will either come with ice cream, or whipped cream.
I had a rant going on and it’s still there, but I was a student of math back in the day, so I feel an obligation to celebrate pi day.
Maybe even pi-tiful.
, not everything I do is going to e-pi-tomize cool-(whip)-ness.
I read an alarming statistic that 3.14% of all sailors are Pi rates.I told my wife we have to share the pi, and here’s her reason- Sine (π/2) = 1 The sine of pi over two is one. Any way to make us two into one is a good way, and I think pi makes it all the more wonderful. Or messy, but we will probably have pi before, not during. I mean, nothing wrong with hot and sticky, but I want to EAT the pie, not make a mess of it and only have a quick taste.
And, see also 1:04:
I could never live in Minnesota. Why would you name a city anything that sounds so close to Mania-pie-less? It’s des-pi-cable, and it sounds depressing.
What’s your favorite kind of pie? I think I like them all, but cherry, apple, bourbon pecan chocolate, and butterscotch are all right near the top for me. Maybe I’ll make a home-made butterscotch pie… I wonder if scotch and butterscotch would taste good together…
Maybe I’ll be lazy and just buy something. I only thought of a few jokes, but maybe it’s the beginning of mania.
I’ll let you know. About everything.
But first, have some pi.