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Statisticians play an important part too!

My error is duly noted. I hope you did not feel bullied or in any way marginalised.

I offer you my unreserved apologies for any hurt that this oversight may have caused.

As a way forward I've booked myself into the latest inclusiveness training as offered by the Victorian state government.
 

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Since when have we acknowledged Kirby as anything more than a tempter of Fate? Now he's a resident epidemiologist?

F*** off.

Your words have such bite. Why do you hurt me like this? :'(
 
You can nerd out on this.


Lucky we are all at home. If NMBB opened that page at work, he would probably commit a sackable offence. On himself.
Just snuck a quick look - can do quite a lot in meetings on mute with camera off
 

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State high of 633 here yesterday with projections of the possibility of over 2000/day in the near future with current trends and tracings 😢

Keep yourself safe mate. Have you and your family been vaxxed?
 
Your words have such bite. Why do you hurt me like this? :'(

I only rolled out of bed --in a surprisingly elegant way-- an hour or so ago. Coffee has not yet been drunk. Until coffee, I'm just not myself.
 
State high of 633 here yesterday with projections of the possibility of over 2000/day in the near future with current trends and tracings 😢
I'm just hoping more Pfizer and Moderna gets directed to NSW to get people vaxed ASAP. Numbers rising looks inevitable. Got to keep the deaths down now.
 

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My error is duly noted. I hope you did not feel bullied or in any way marginalised.

I offer you my unreserved apologies for any hurt that this oversight may have caused.

As a way forward I've booked myself into the latest inclusiveness training as offered by the Victorian state government.

I am booked in for the "Supporting Pony Inclusion and Eliminating Pony Discrimination" training, perhaps we can get a bulk discount?

I think it's the same training with "Pony" in place of "statistician" and pictures of ponies in place of graphs.
 
I am booked in for the "Supporting Pony Inclusion and Eliminating Pony Discrimination" training, perhaps we can get a bulk discount?

I think it's the same training with "Pony" in place of "statistician" and pictures of ponies in place of graphs.

If statisticians were as cute as LFP, I'd feed them.

My wife and I walked the hound yesterday. When LFP saw us he came to greet. We had no carrots with us but hung around to pat him. He gave us his most awesome smile. Love that little guy.
 
If statisticians were as cute as LFP, I'd feed them.

My wife and I walked the hound yesterday. When LFP saw us he came to greet. We had no carrots with us but hung around to pat him. He gave us his most awesome smile. Love that little guy.
I'll have you know statisticians lead fulfilling lives and are known as macro cute within their own loyal fun-filled close knit circles - they do tend to keep their "formula" for fun a close kept secret though - they're known to enjoy hilarity on a large SCALE
 
I'll have you know statisticians lead fulfilling lives and are known as macro cute within their own loyal fun-filled close knit circles - they do tend to keep their "formula" for fun a close kept secret though - they're known to enjoy hilarity on a large SCALE

I've made a chart of fun times had by statisticians. See below:


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The chihuahua, Louis, was dropped off at 8am. He ate his steamed chicken, licked my face for 5 minutes, then settled on his rug for a bit of a sleep. At 9.30, I was heading out to collect the NDIS Beagle, but remembered I had not yet dosed Louis with his bit of Travalcalm tablet to ward off car sickness. First time I minded him, he vomited twice in my new car though I was lucky enough to realise he wasn't rocking back and forth just for the fun of it, and managed to catch the vomit in a towel.

I stuck the tablet fragment in a piece of cheese, a sure fired way of ensuring the tablet reaches its destination. I realised it was not going to be effective on the 5 minute journey to collect the beagle, but would at least be good for the other 3 trips he will need to do today. I figured he would be OK for a short journey.

Unfortunately the 2 kilometre trip took 25 minutes. Reaching the Acland St lights near Luna Park, I found myself in a traffic jam banked up from the Palais to part way up Carlisle St. In 5 minutes, nothing seemed to move. Covid testing was taking place behind the Palais, so I assumed that is where all these vehicles were heading.

I had to escape. I managed to manoeuvre the vehicle around a truck that was all but blocking a one way side street, only to immediately find myself stuck behind the council garbage truck which had just begun collecting bins at my end of the street. With cars parked both sides of a narrow road, I was left with no choice but to sit behind it watching bin after bin after bin being lifted into it from between parked cars. Meanwhile, other motorists who had also opted to avoid the traffic jam, formed a growing procession of vehicles in the residential street.

The trip out of the street took at least 10 minutes. Had Louis's black coat been shaved at that point of time, I believe the skin underneath would have revealed itself to be a deep green colour. We made it down Grey St to Fitzroy St without mishap. Turning into Fitzroy St, Louis' behaviour started to change. His head was sloped towards the car seat which was only protected by a thin sheet. His ribs were expanding and contracting. I had a plastic Woolworth's bag on the floor which I thrust under his nose just in time to catch the regurgitated chicken, cheese and other assorted food items resting in a sort of soup which threatened to slide off the edge of the bag onto my seat.

Somehow I managed to contain the mix in a pool and drive with the other hand for a kilometre or so till I reached the beagle's abode, now an unsealed repository of potential covid infection. I poured the pool of vomit into a bush then removed Louis from the car, before entering the building to collect the furry NDIS gift that keeps on giving as it was released from the apartment. My first port of call was to be the Palais where I intended to make known my displeasure at the incompetent traffic management taking place. However, the traffic jam had totally disappeared and instead I found a line of socially distanced and incredibly patient people snaked around 3 sides of the Palais.

Almost disappointed at being robbed of a reason to complain, I walked the dogs along the boardwalk. The stupid beagle was stretched to the end of its lead, its body on a 45 degree angle, looking for food scraps. His eyes became fixated on an orange in an old man's hand, rather foolishly so, because oranges have never featured in his list of desired foods. Suddenly he came to a thudding halt, as did I, against a pole he had failed to notice.

Reaching the pier, we had walked perhaps 30 meters along it when Louis dug in his heels and let it be known he wished to go no further. No problem, I thought, we'll turn back and go elsewhere. The beagle then planted his paws firmly into the planks of the pier not wishing to retrace his steps. Faced with an absurd situation with each dog refusing to move in either direction, I picked up Louis and carried him the rest of the way down the pier.

A long and boring story for which I don't blame you for a TLDR comment. There is one consolation - the weather today is superb for this time of year. Sunny, warmish and no wind. Back in the apartment, I have re-dosed Louis with Travalcalm and he is lying peacefully by my side. The female magpie has been for her first feed. Hopefully this afternoon's walk will be a little less dramatic.
 
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I'll have you know statisticians lead fulfilling lives and are known as macro cute within their own loyal fun-filled close knit circles - they do tend to keep their "formula" for fun a close kept secret though - they're known to enjoy hilarity on a large SCALE

I hear there is a high correlation between statisticians and hilarity. Perhaps you could do a graph of that and determine the r squared.
 
I know two statisticians with children.

That's 2 statisticians who are yet to master the use of their personality as contraception.

Perhaps that's a strong sign that they're not suitable for the gig.
 
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