so good night every body, this is scot michael haeseler, signing off.

thats right, a play on fallout 3.=0

My pappy said, “Son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop drivin’ that Hot Rod Lincoln”

Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin’ the pace
That story is true, I’m here to say
I was drivin’ that Model A

It’s got a Lincoln motor and it’s really souped up
That Model A body makes it look like a pup
It’s got eight cylinders, uses them all
It’s got overdrive, just won’t stall

With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost
It’s got safety tubes, but I ain’t scared
The brakes are good, tires fair

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin’ bright
We was drivin’ up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still

All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, “Boys, that’s a mark for me”
By then the tail light was all you could see

Now the fellas was ribbin’ me for bein’ behind
So I thought I’d make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive

Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That’s all there is and there ain’t no more

Now the boys all thought I’d lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, “Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots”

Took a corner, sideswiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin’ the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was comin’ from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don’t you know by then we’d be low on gas

We had flames comin’ from out of the side
Feel the tension, man, what a ride!
I said, “Look out, boys, I’ve got a license to fly”
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of a sudden she started to knockin’
And down in the dips she started to rockin’
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin’
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln

They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, “Son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop drivin’ that Hot Rod Lincoln!”

http://www.nctm.org/uploadedFiles/Lessons_and_Resources/figurethis/calculators.pdf

Basically, the author talks about how calculators are an essential part of the mathematical learning process, and not a tool used to cripple our mental math capabilities. While mental math is important, not to mention convenient, using mental math to complete more complex math problems is counter-productive because each problem will take far more time than if a calculator was used. So long as the concepts are understood, the work need not be manually done.

http://jobview.monster.com/Therapists-Mental-Health-Technicians-Mediacl-Records-Coordinat-Job-Sarasota-FL-US-86417340.aspx

This one surprised me for a few reasons. One of them was that a degree in math is necessary to be a therapist, another was the sheer amount of spelling errors in the title alone. Clearly, an English degree is not required.

http://www.calculateforfree.com/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natural_logarithm