It's the only day of the year that math teachers get any respect.
I don't know any good pi stories but I do know a few good binary jokes (which is about as math nerdy as I get). Here's one of my favourites:
There are 10 kinds of people in the world, those who get binary and those who don't.
Whew that's a knee-slapper, isn't it?
I was considering actually making a pie for the family today. Although I rarely make them, I do make a damned fine pie crust, if I do say so myself.
And then I got a call from the doctor's office which made me decide against baking any kind of fruit-filled confection wrapped in flour and lard. Remember when I had to have an EKG last week as part of my annual physical exam? Well, my physician wants to "discuss" it with me. Fuck!
Of course I immediately started imagining that I was having chest pain and then I got all worried about going for a workout. I was alone in the house and if I had the big one it would be several hours till they found me, my cold dead fingers clutching my chest. But I was also afraid not to go for a workout. In the end I compromised with a whimpy and unsatisfying (but safe) bike ride.
Mind you last year, he found some anomaly with my bloodwork that he wanted to discuss, which got me all worked up and imagining diabetes, but after redoing the tests, it turned out to be a one-off and everything was fine. I'm sure it will be the same case with the EKG.
However tonight I learned that a friend of ours, who is actually a few years younger than me, had a heart attack a few days ago. He's okay, but had to have an artery stented as it is 85% occuded. Again, fuck!
Shoulda baked that pie.