A math problem

I got this in an email:

This is great…

This is a 5th grade math problem. If you can’t stand word math problems,
Just delete now. If you can open the spreadsheet, you’ll see it’s a very
Small list of people who have gotten the correct number. THIS IS NOT A
This is a real math problem so don’t say that a bus has no legs.
The bus driver is not part of the equation.

There are 7 girls in a bus.
Each girl has 7 backpacks.
In each backpack, there are 7 big cats.
For every big cat, there are 7 little cats.


The number of legs is the password to unlock the Excel sheet.
If you open it, add your name and send it on to see who else can unlock it.

Good Luck! It Works.

I’m not an Excel user, so I had to download Microsoft’s Excel Viewer thingy. I got the correct answer, but I don’t like email forwards (tho this one is clever.) But I did enjoy it – and I got it right.

So, here’s my plan: If you think you know the correct answer, enter it as the password here and leave a comment.

Meow! Get to it!

Of Adam, language and communication

Adam is a little boy who reminds me very much of Bede. He’s about a year older than Bede, and he’s a hyperlexic autist too.

Adam’s mother, Estee, founded the Autism Acceptance Project. Today, her blog, the Joy of Autism, has a video post entitled ‘Adam Speaks.’ Adam is minimally verbal in terms of his spoken language, but all the years of soaking in text have come to fruition quite spectacularly recently, as you can see from the video.

As always, not being able to speak is not the same as not having anything to say. Mazel tov, Adam and Estee.

Dong ma?

So Sean and I are Browncoats. Sean would never say he was, he’d say “I enjoyed the canceled television series Firefly” or something like that. But me? I’m a Browncoat and proud.

I found this site tonight which has translations of all the Chinese phrases that are liberally sprinkled throughout the series. For a geek like me it’s pretty addictive!

‘Disorder, or Identity’ redux

There’s some pretty hefty critiques of that article I posted. I’d love to write my own but I can’t focus on it long enough to do so. So I’ll take advantage of the wonder of the hyperlink and just link to some (I’ll be editing this post as I get more):

Here’s a bit in the comments on the original post.

Here’s Amanda’s post on equality and extremes.

I scream, you scream…

We all scream for ice cream! Ice Cream for Breakfast Day was again a big hit.

It was a yummy morning for the Gleesons. Sadly I have no photographic record as both of my hands were in use holding Gloria (who prefers her ice cream un-iced and straight from the tap) and scarfing up my own eponymous meal.

In other news nothing much is happening beyond tending to the six. My friend Melissa came over on Thursday and swept my dining room and living room for me, which was WONDERFUL. I am able to keep up with the diapers and the other basic hygiene of the out-of-diapers crowd and well, that’s it. Housework is not even on the freaking stove, let alone the back burner. So it was so amazing to be able to walk around (for a few hours at least) on a crumb-free floor with all the laundry tamed too.

Gilbert is driving me up the wall with whiiiiiiiiiining. Everything he says is whined. Argh. Please pray for us. So far I have not said “Shut the f*** up do you hear me? You are melting my brain! STOOOOP IIIIIT!!!!” and I think I should get major points for that. Three year olds. I tell you. It will get better, it will get better, it will get better.

Oh, Faith and Abby want me to share their current favorite Internet activity: making Zimmer Twins movies.It’s pretty fun!