I was wondering when someone would get around to doing this.
Did you know that Python 🐍 comes with a simple `statistics` module?
One of the functions in there is the `median` function.
The `median` takes a series of numerical values and computes the number that lies in the middle of all of them. 👇
(The data doesn't need to be sorted.) pic.twitter.com/ZcggrjHb5V
— Rodrigo 🐍📝 (@mathsppblog) December 7, 2021
Amazon does not haz it.
Always good advice.
There was a pizza game on Google yesterday that I rather enjoyed.
If you blinked, you probably missed it.
Maybe there is an archive of these somewhere?
-*From The How Did We Get Here Series*-
**Now**: The emergency surgery saved Rhonda LeFever’s life. In another ten minutes or so, it may have been too late. As she regained consciousness while still laying on the operating table, she saw the nurse holding up something small and square. Was it a credit card? No. As her eyes began to focus, she could make out the details of a driver’s license. Where did that come from? Did her previous surgeon drop it inside her body and seal it up? OMG! That fucking doctor’s days were numbered if she had anything to say about it.
**Before**: Dr. Darryl Trippenheimer was getting aggravated. He had a surgery to perform in five minutes and all his attending nurse could do was to try and start an argument about their sexual encounter the night before. Most professional people in Darryl’s mind knew when it was time to get work done and when it was time to discuss sexual proclivities. Thank goodness, they were the only two people scrubbing up at the moment. “Not now, Nancy,” he muttered to her under his breath. She let out an almost inaudible sigh and said, “I need to know where this relationship is going Darryl.” The doctor blew a raspberry. “We’ll talk about this after Mrs. LeFever’s surgery.” Nancy’s lips started to move.
With his arms raised, the doctor made his way into the operating room before Head Nurse Nancy Jean Kelly could say anything else to him. He kept telling himself that he needed to focus on the surgery. He should have known better than to sleep with Nancy. His colleagues tried to warn him. He really did find her irresistible as long as she didn’t say anything. Ever.
The doctor never locked his personal locker so Nancy wondered over to the half opened locker and quickly removed the doctor’s driver’s license. This would show him. It may not manifest immediately but eventually someone would find his driver’s license inside Mrs. LeFever’s private area and there would be no doubt as to who left it there. Nancy Kelly usually always never got mad. She did, however, get even. Nancy smiled as she made her way into the surgical area.
Yep. Just like that.
The Apple Magic Keyboard has been out for a while now. Today, I finally got one of them. I’m typing this post on it. I have to say that this iPad experience is much different than my first generation iPad Pro.
The typing is great. The keyboard doesn’t feel cheap and so far, I am loving it.
The downside of this keyboard is the price. It is expensive at $350.00. Is it worth it? I plan on typing up a couple of stories on it so we’ll see.
So far, daddy likes.
-*From The How Did We Get Here Series*-
**Now**: The clown knew exactly what he was doing. The TouchSomeone company had taken off in a big way. The company started out by offering the ability to pay someone to give a loved one a remote “hug” when they desperately needed one. The TouchSomeone company had finally decided to up its game. There was a new company called ReCare that was threatening to move in on the TouchSomeone brand. Which brings us to the clown. The clown looked around for a place to set the flower arrangement he was carrying. Becky Flavous was standing in front of the clown. She had a big smile on her face expecting to be hugged or sung to or something else that she considered nice. The clown reached back as if he was going to throw something and punched Becky Flavous right in her face. She was immediately knocked out. The clown smiled and gathered his flowers because after all, they really weren’t for Becky.
**Before**: “Because I said so,” Becky Flavous said as she slammed down the phone on her office desk. She was tired of dealing with these low life subordinates who were constantly screwing things up and making her pampered life even harder. Did she break a nail when she slammed the phone down? Fuck.
“So let me get this straight, you are now offering a remote punch someone in the face option?” Laura Caswell asked. Becky Flavous could kiss her ass. She couldn’t shoot her. If she thought about it, she could probably come up with a way to get rid of her but she needed…no, she demanded immediate satisfaction. No one talked to her that way; certainly not even that cunt Becky “fuck everything that moves” Flavous.
“Great,” she responded to her phone. “I’ll even pay a little extra if the clown puts a little something extra on it.” She put the office phone back on the receiver and smiled. Fuck Becky Flavous. Fuck her right in her smug little face.
It is tradition for me to post something from my new Apple device. In this case, it is a new iPad Pro. I had the first generation of the 12” iPad and it lasted for about 6 years of pretty heavy use across two users. I gave it to my friend who used it for a while and she used it pretty heavily. The battery died. The motherboard died. I spent about $400 to repair it and then it basically just started falling apart.
I had to make a decision so I decided to just get a new one. 5G/M1 so it is amazingly fast. I love it and I’m glad I got it.
Ok, first post with new device completed.
She’s been a household television personality for as long as I can remember. Sad to see her go but happy for her to be able to retire. 🥳
— Katelyn Smith (@KatelynWGAL) November 24, 2021