Insert Coin for Dancing Monkey (4)
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Ping.
“Based on the Bureau of Labor Statistics’s American Time Use Survey from 2003–2014, full-time college students average 1.18 hours in class per day and 1.53 hours studying for a total of 19.3 hours per week. By contrast, they spend 31 hours a week on socializing and recreation.”
https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/239947/
Oops. Wrong thread.
* hits tip jar, runs away*
* hits tip jar, runs away*
[ Shakes fist. ]
Ooh, what’s this?
[ Rubs money on nipples. Stares into middle distance. ]
…
What was I saying?
I paid to not see the nipples, thanks.
Ping
I paid to not see the nipples, thanks.
I’ll see your tip and raise you three quid.
[ Rubs money on nipples. Stares into middle distance. ]
[ Falls about laughing. ]
That’s worth an infusion of filthy lucre. Here, have some.
That’s worth an infusion of filthy lucre. Here, have some.
May your bathroom tissue never lose its structural integrity at an inopportune moment. Even if it’s single-ply and heavily discounted.
Tipped.
Oh my word.
Snort!
Also, tipped.
That’s disturbing.
Tip jar hit.
Good thing I just switched my Amazon link to go through here. I’m gonna need another case, at least, of Brain Bleach, after seeing that image.
That’s disturbing.
Somewhere a slash fiction forum is on fire.
“full-time college students average 1.18 hours in class per day and 1.53 hours studying for a total of 19.3 hours per week.”
Lessee…
UC Berkeley, c. 1978.
Typical second year schedule:
– Physics, 3 hr/week + 1 hr tutorial + 2 hr lab
– French, 3 hr/wk
– Math 3 hr/wk + 1 hr tutorial
– Chem 3 hr/wk + 1 hr tutorial + 3 hr lab.
20 hours classes/wk.
Study time estimate 18 hr/wk
Total 38 hr/wk
Fourth year:
– Computer Science 3 hr/wk + 1 hr tutorial
— CS Teaching assistancy 5 hr/wk
– Math, 3 hr/wk + 1 hr tutorial
– Philosophy 2 hr/wk + 1 hr tutorial
– CPU Hardware design 3 hr/wk + 1 hr tutorial
20 hr/wk
Study time estimate 21 hr/wk
Total 41 hr/wk
And I’m sure those study times are all serious underestimates.
(In 1975, I think the requirements for a 4-year Physics degree from the UCB College of Letters and Science still included 4 years of a foreign language, one of (IIRC) German, Russian, French, or Chinese, PLUS for advanced degrees demonstrated competence in a second foreign language. PLUS all of the other L&S breadth requirements: History, English, etc.)
Gee, one would not have had time for the mandatory Diversity On Campus class. How Sad.
An Amazon.it link might produce a faint income stream…
“…and the comments are where much of the
good stuffnightmare fuel is waiting to be found.”nightmare fuel
I think what tips it over the edge is the look of glee on Sam Neill’s face.
Y’all are missing the point, here.
The Special Sanctions Committee (bis) has, up to now, failed to advance any workable technique, nay, not even a good theory, on how to restrain and/or subdue certain leading members here. (No names, of course, but the initials are David Thompson.)
Now, as if by divine revelation, we have a solution. A PROVEN, DEMONSTRATED solution.
Drinks are on me!
(signed)
Fred the Fourth, SSC(bis) third asst. vice provost (acting)
Hey, look, Fred 4 is revolting!
No drinks for PiperPaul.
Hey, look, Fred 4 is revolting!
That’s not a very nice thing to say…
A pittance comes your way. Thanks for the ice cream.
I think what tips it over the edge is the look of glee on Sam Neill’s face.
He’s found a giant Jeff Goldblum. Of course he’s happy.
the reheated series is a pretty good place to start.
Been reading the academia stuff for over an hour. I keep sending links to my kids, who start uni this year. Have a drink or two on me.
I keep sending links to my kids, who start uni this year. Have a drink or two on me.
Thanks. And likewise to all who’ve chipped in so far, or subscribed, or done shopping via the Amazon links. It’s much appreciated and makes a big difference to how much time I can spend poking through the Guardian and gassing with you lot.
Meanwhile, in whip-cracking news.
Tweet of the day?
https://twitter.com/Holbornlolz/status/759297013842403328
Been reading the academia stuff for over an hour. I keep sending links to my kids, who start uni this year.
My son sends them to me. 🙂
Tip jar hit.
That barn scene was worth the visit and a hit on the tip button although I have to say I prefer blonds myself 😉
De-lurking just to tickle the tip jar and say a long-overdue thanks!
Re: Reheated
David, perhaps as a service to the frailer among us, you could recommend a maximum daily dosage of such material.
After only a half hour, I found myself having painful flashbacks to my UC Berkeley years, when I had to contend with e.g. a girlfriend / fellow engineering student with 2 kids and 2 jobs, vs. a friend of a friend, studying some poetry-related thing while simultaneously bragging about how easy it was to get state $ for his deliberately fabricated “mental disability”, while I was living in a hovel in the prostitute-and-liquor-store district and spending down a tiny loan my ex-boss had given me because he hoped I’d come back to work for him after my degree.
It’s bad for my blood pressure. So I’m going to look at cat pictures for a while. (Now, THERE’S concrete value in art.)
He’s found a giant Jeff Goldblum. Of course he’s happy.
Nearly choked laughing. 🙂
Your tip jar has been hit, David. Thanks for hours of fun.
“living in a hovel in the prostitute-and-liquor-store district”
That’s not considered ‘services and shops located conveniently nearby’?
Piper: Ha! I see it clearly now. Perception IS reality, amiright?
*de-lurks*
*hits tip jar*
*lurks*
And then there’s this.
Via Damian.
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…while I was living in a hovel in the prostitute-and-liquor-store district…
OK, the hovel part doesn’t sound good, but the location sounds like it had distinct advantages.
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Ehn, more animated gifs, with photoshopping for that first one . . .
—It’s David’s update of the Flower Sermon.
Thanks for some good reads on long commutes, David. Love monetised.
Money is the root of all evil … enjoy!
Guardian versus self-awareness.
https://twitter.com/Daniel_Sugarman/status/759810914199613441
Guardian versus self-awareness.
Heh. But this will happen if you regard your leftist politics as a way to signal some imagined moral elevation and personal status. It leads to contortions like this. Those who won’t play that game, or who disagree, or point out errors, tend to be framed as callous, selfish or simply evil, and often in colourful ways. As when theatrical luminary Jonathan Miller sneered at his non-leftwing inferiors, with their patriotism and suburbia and their “commuter idiocy,” likening them to “typhoid.” While expecting the people he was insulting to go on handing over their taxes to fund his theatre projects.
To the extent that modern leftism is an exercise in self-flattery and social positioning, which is to say, an affectation, the need to signal contempt is pretty much baked in.
Tim Worstall:
“The Labour Party is in fact the drippingly right on middle classes deciding what would be good for the hoi polloi. The membership among the AB classes is higher than their representation in the population – and lower among the working classes. Not that anyone who both reads The Guardian and has also talked to an actual working class person would be unaware of this difference.”
http://www.adamsmith.org/blog/young-owen-meets-the-democratic-problem
Romantic dinner, anyone?
https://twitter.com/kidd_kong78/status/759862715615588353
Romantic dinner, anyone?
Oh dear. Is it dinner and a show?
Something didn’t go to plan.
Regarding the women-only lounge at the student union of Michigan State University, apparently the plan is to reopen it as a gender neutral facility.
Whining ensures:
Oh well.