I just remembered that my intro Stats exam tomorrow allows a cheat sheet. And since my trade exam tomorrow will be fairly simple (basically just the effects of various quotas and tariffs on competitive and monopolistic markets), and only worth 40% anyway, I'm less worried about my final grades.
So, in lieu of news, let's make fun of foreigners:
BBC - 58 dead in Russian bath lotion disaster. Oh, those zany Russkies:
The number of people in Russia who have died as a result of drinking bath oil has risen from 49 to at least 58, local media has reported.
Most of the 37 other people who became ill are still being treated, with some in a serious condition.
The highly toxic hawthorn-scented liquid was consumed as if it were safe alcohol, according to Russia's Investigative Committee.
But it contained poisonous methanol, which can also cause blindness.
The Siberian Times said the mass poisoning in Irkutsk "is now the worst such case in modern Russian history".
Yup, just another day in Russia. I guess this is what Pooty-poot means when he refers to Russian "real men". Forget sidewalk-stall kvass, let's drink industrial-grade chemicals.
BBC - East Icelanders complain over weather map. Quote:
People living in the east of Iceland are complaining that they can't see where they live on the national broadcaster's weather forecasts.
According to the Iceland Monitor news website, residents are annoyed that they never see the forecast on the RUV channel for their part of the island because the forecaster is invariably standing in the way.
Well, at least they're writing strongly-worded letters instead of declaring a blood feud.
To be fair, I don't think they're missing much, considering it's east frickin' Iceland. Guys, your weather is going to suck every day of the year: you're in the middle of the north Atlantic living on a giant fucking ice-covered volcano. Your weather outlook is either going to be "miserable and cloudy with giant fucking ice-covered volcano exploding" or "miserable and cloudy with giant fucking ice-covered volcano not exploding yet".
Unless you're standing on a glacier, in which case your weather outlook is either going to be "standing on a giant fucking ice-covered volcano exploding" or "standing on a giant fucking ice-covered volcano not exploding yet".
I don't think it's going to make much difference whether you're in Rejkyavik or Fáskrúðsfjarðarhreppur, it's going to be a bad day to set off to discover Labrador while pulling a jumbo jet with your teeth no matter where you are.