This is one well-rested case
*sigh*
3 points for those of you still playing along in this gripping drama:
1) Although pictures from the 1970s seem to display the contrary, most individuals do not actually have blazing red eyeballs when photographed at night. This is called a trick of light as the object's reflections were burned onto the film (which may or may not have had Potassium in it), rendering overall positive color pattern identification altogether impeachable.
2) If the original photo were indeed my taller lankier brother (circa 1974) cradling the cat in his arms, the cat, whose length runs from the subject's forehead down to the middle of the thigh (fetal position notwithstanding), would have been the size of your typical petting zoo goat. While Peter did have a weight problem, he certainly did not have a length problem.
3) A separate photo from the era shows an obvious Browns fan wearing the Pants of Hot while blatantly showing some leg between pantcuff and brown sock (as well as a belly that would portend things to come). These particular pantaloons, if worn by my fraternal beanpole, would have stopped at about the kneecap.
I yield the floor to my esteemed colleague, Richard Tracy.
3 points for those of you still playing along in this gripping drama:
1) Although pictures from the 1970s seem to display the contrary, most individuals do not actually have blazing red eyeballs when photographed at night. This is called a trick of light as the object's reflections were burned onto the film (which may or may not have had Potassium in it), rendering overall positive color pattern identification altogether impeachable.
2) If the original photo were indeed my taller lankier brother (circa 1974) cradling the cat in his arms, the cat, whose length runs from the subject's forehead down to the middle of the thigh (fetal position notwithstanding), would have been the size of your typical petting zoo goat. While Peter did have a weight problem, he certainly did not have a length problem.
3) A separate photo from the era shows an obvious Browns fan wearing the Pants of Hot while blatantly showing some leg between pantcuff and brown sock (as well as a belly that would portend things to come). These particular pantaloons, if worn by my fraternal beanpole, would have stopped at about the kneecap.
I yield the floor to my esteemed colleague, Richard Tracy.
posted by Dan at 12:03 PM
4 Comments:
For someone having so much difficulty with Qualitative Decision Making, you seem to have an awful lot of time on your hands.
Well, there's my problem right there. The course is actually called QUANTITATIVE Decision Making. It seems I've been going out this all wrong, describing these spreadsheets as pretty and robust and white and well aligned.
Pedro looks none too happy in either of the photos.
He is either hungry or unimpressed with what passed for style in the 70s. Orange bedspread? Flowery sofa? Plaid pants? Electric green robes? why not just get a poodle and get it over with?
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