lowwwwbrow

ok, so you all know i'm burned out in my dead-end corporate prole beige cubefarm job. this is news to no one. one day, in an email banter i'm wont to do during the day, my friend who is an elementary school textbook editor, my friend who is an editor at one of the bigger magazines, and i were engaged in a three-way (ahem) and the conversation went something like this:

me: 'oh please. i was banned from the men's room for over two years. and i can't access my home email from work. this place is one big BANNED redcirclewithaslash.'

editor1: 'oh, you think you have restrictions, try writing textbooks for children. i've got a list of forbiddens that would make even castro blush.'

editor2: 'i hope you have fun with that.'

1: oh we do.

and then posts like this started:

'cara is the executive chef at le skank, an uppity french restaurant. tom is a sous chef, and tosses all the salads. michele is waiting on a banquet of fifty people, 1/3 of whom want a salad, and the other 2/3 want some of chef cara's special rabbit pie. for how many people does tom toss salads? and how many people have cara's hare pie?'

'tom, michele and cara run a hair salon. tom washes the hair and michele and cara take turns blowing it dry. the USS Mancake is in town, and all 5000 guys want their hair done. Each sailor weighs 180 lbs. If tom gets them wet and michele and cara blow them, how many pounds of seamen can they go through in 3 hours?'

really. i'm not right, and neither are my friends. so, accordingly, we've created the shiny new blog, that is not live: mathproblems4adults... stay tuned, kids. you're in for a (lowbrow) bumpy ride.