Crack in the Jack, Part II

Let us assume we have a broke college student looking for a bite to eat. And let us further appose that the broke college student goes to Crack in the Jack at 2:00 in the morning and wishes to eat as many calories as possible for as little money as possible. That limits his choices down to the Value Menu and, if he likes burgers like me, to a choice between the Jumbo Jack or the Hamburger Deluxe which cost $1.29 and $0.99, respectively. Since they are both identical except for their size, the calories contained in each is proportional to its size. We can solve the hungry student's dilemma merely by comparing the two burgers' sizes relative to their cost. We will use weight in place of size for practical reasons, recognizing this will introduce a negligible error into our model. The burger with the highest weight/cost ratio, then, is the burger the college student should eat. As it turns out, both burgers have very similar weight/cost ratios, though the Jumbo Jack with a weight/cost ration of 193.86 g/$ is a slightly better deal than the Hamburger Deluxe with a weight/cost ration of 180.87 g/$.

The picture below shows the Hamburger Deluxe comfortably resting on the scale. It reads 179.06 g.




The Jumbo Jack weighs in at a whopping 250.08g.

Eve of Day Three

Tomorrow's day three. I get an "A" for endurance. Me and the other 2000 or so people at the test center. Test center? Nope. It's the whole Ontario Convention Center they've reserved for three days. The room I sit in has seats for nearly 1300 alone and it's only one of three rooms being used.

California law students are better looking than the ones back east. And they have more sense. Not a single one wore a suit and tie.

Day Two--In Two Ways

Day Two of not going to the gym. I'm fat already. And I feel lazy and run-down. And it's not just because I had one of these for lunch. Starting Saturday I'm doing double time at the gym.

And it's day two of the bar exam. I think I did better today than I expected, but I'm not sure that it was good enough. You know what I'm most afraid of? Not failing. I wouldn't be the first to fail. I'm most afraid of disappointing all the good folks who've been so supportive and kind--the old roommate, cat woman, friend with no name, SisterE, and other of you guys too, you know who you all are. Even blog folks I've never met. Thanks mallory. Thank you all.

And the offer to go get me some pens and pencils from wal-mart so I wouldn't have to take time from studying---it's the simple things, ain't it? Ya.

Yes master, I'll have a second.

Tomorrow is the start of the three-day bar exam. I won't be going to the gym most of this week and to celebrate I went to Hometown Buffet, a.k.a Downtown Buffet or Homie-Town Buffet. As usual, I regretted my decision sometime between my second plate and the lopsided hot fudge sundae. Why do I keep coming back? I'll tell you why. Because even a dog who's been beaten by his master always manages to come back. Hometown Buffet is my master and I am its *ahem* female dog.

Wheels in Motion

I had a dream Saturday night that the brakes on my car didn't work correctly. To stop at all I would have to apply the brakes a long distance away from an intersection, for example, and I would have to step hard on them. And then, though the car would be moving pretty slowly when it arrived at the intersection, it simply would not stop altogether. Instead, I would have to cross my fingers and just take a leap of faith that no cars were coming through the intersection.

Translation: I'm putting wheels in motion. Those wheels are taking me places. There are risks. Risks I've been aware of and thought about for a long time. I'm taking a leap of faith. It may not work. Or I may be rounding a corner. Maybe starting on an orthogonally distinct path than the one I was heading on.

Update 2/7/07: Wow, was I wrong. That is, I took a wrong turn, got in a wreck, paid for it and now I'm back on the straight and narrow.

Crack in the Jack

The difference between a Hamburger Delux ($0.99) and a Jumbo Jack ($1.29) is the size. (Is the Jumbo Jack 30% larger? I have a scale; I'll weigh them next time.)) The Jumbo Jack's bigger. That's all. I bought one of each last night around 10pm. When SisterE called and asked "Watcha doing?" I knew I wouldn't be eating the Jumbo Jack because in SisterE-talk that's code for "I'm hungry. Bring me something." I went to bed a little hungry that night.

With a playful, I'm-still-a-kid pout she asked me if we were firends. "We're friends. We talk," she said. I said no, you're my sister. I tried to explain that sister is merely different and in many ways supplants friend. A friend would have brought her the Hamburger Delux; I brought her the Jumbo Jack.

It's only Saturday night. Maybe I'll hear from eBlonde soon. To use her words, I do like her "soveryverymuch!" (I wonder, does she say it with a British nanny accent like I envision?)

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...it's a French thing. Only I'm not French. And I'm not a fish. And I can't swim. Well, a little. Like a rock, mostly down.