Anyone mind telling us the derivative of x^0.5x?
y = x^(.5x)
ln y = ln (x^(.5x))
ln y = .5x ln x
y'/y = .5 ln x + .5 = .5(ln x + 1)
y' = (.5x^(.5x))(ln x + 1)
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I've always wanted to study Japanese and I've taken couple of online self study courses. At the moment I only know really basic words and greetings and I'm starting to understand the hiragana symbols.I used to understand spoken german quite well (watched german tv a lot when I was younger) and I guess I can read it somewhat… I can't speak at all though, haha
Like I said, my Danish and German are terrible. I can read it and understand the contents but I don't have the confidence to speak it at all. I bet if I move to those countries for few months, I would pick it up fairly quickly though.
I just checked out the entries for the 50 girls 50 contest and my jaw hit the floor for some of them. The contest itself is starting to look a bit unfair on the artists (for a 'tie-breaker' they've got to pencil and ink page 7 in two days) but the rewards must be worth it i'm sure.
I found it funny that nearly half these guys were more talented then cho when he's supposed to direct the art (i love cho's artwork of course, just never see him do any crazy panel layouts or effects)
There was a style i really liked (tommaso something) but the fanservice in the panels was excessive and his body types looked exactly the same. (same boob size, same legs, same everything)
"hey seventy2, where have you been"
well i'm willing to answer that question, since so many of you were concerned and missed me.
i've been really depressed…i think it's withdrawal from runners high. plus i was really concerend that my injury was my knee. and everyone knows that knee problems always return. so i finally got my trip to the doc…and he just said that my "hamstrings were inflamed" apparently both of them are, and only one of them hurts for doctory reasons, i already forget. so he gave me some arthritis (anti-inflammatory) medicine. i take 1 a day, for four weeks, and i can go running again. luckily i'm really set on this dream, otherwise i'd give up.
i've also been going to a leadership school. homework out the rear….for some reason, tonight i finished early…but now i have my driver safety course to do, or i lose my license. off to finish that.
I've got the PSATs tomorrow. They don't count for anything, so really they're the pre-pre-SATs. All it means is a chance to practice and no classes for me!
I did well in a math test I thought I messed up, so I had a nice high for a while until I had to meet with my tennis team. Damn their athletic drama.
I hate flaky girls.
That's my rant.
I think I'd go with French first though.
Smashing my computer into bits and then reducing the remains to molten slag would be the stupidest thing I could ever do. It would also be the most satisfying.
Also, I've been getting these weird pains all over my body. I'd see a doctor, but the pains don't last long enough or hurt enough for me to go without feeling guilty about it. I'm probably just tired. My head feels like someone put it in a vice.
Fucking hell, this week has just been one long kick up the backside, punctuated with punches to the nadgers, with the occasional headbutt to my face.
Oh life, thou art a heartless bitch. I have been having some cockroach encounters in my apartment. I've seen two large ones in the bathroom (killed one, the other managed to hide) and two little babies. (One got away the other got stuck in the bath and can't get out with the slick walls.)
Well. I was sitting here in my easy chair and heard a buzzing. There was another roach on the ceiling. It started to fly toward me so I said "HOLY SHIT" and jumped out of my chair.
When I finally calmed down, I looked everywhere, but there was no roach anywhere.
Just recently, I have found him again. My flimsy floor lamp started to shake a bit and I heard scratching in it. The flying roach got caught underneath the light bulb. I am going to assume that he is not going to get out and will soon die. (I'll remove him and put him in the trash when that happens.)
I know it sounds wrong, but I'm happy to see him in this predicament. The roaches have been terrorizing me for days, and now they are getting their just desserts without my help.
I think they are being driven doors cause it has been raining for 3 weeks straight here. (Only a couple of dry days.)
-edit- It was a wasp stuck in the light. My boyfriend came home and stabbed it through the vents with a knife.
Well i have pages 1,2, and 3 all laid out and drawn at 110% effort. :) I feel i can take it easy on page 4 and onwards since i made the beginning is enough to lead people in. (cheap i know, i've set myself to doing 2 pages per week and i just want to actually finish a damn comic)
I'd really love to do a sci-fi comic someday, all the cool ships and races you can do whatever with, but it always seems like they need long plotlines to work or parody :/ Not that parody can't entertain but i'd rather pull my wisdom tooth out then read another goddamn 'small-town hero vs. hordes of aliens' parody.
If there's one hobby i hope to keep all my life it's comics, it would be cool to make one for every major genre out there.
Oh life, thou art a heartless bitch. I have been having some cockroach encounters in my apartment. I've seen two large ones in the bathroom (killed one, the other managed to hide) and two little babies. (One got away the other got stuck in the bath and can't get out with the slick walls.)
Well. I was sitting here in my easy chair and heard a buzzing. There was another roach on the ceiling. It started to fly toward me so I said "HOLY SHIT" and jumped out of my chair.
When I finally calmed down, I looked everywhere, but there was no roach anywhere.
Just recently, I have found him again. My flimsy floor lamp started to shake a bit and I heard scratching in it. The flying roach got caught underneath the light bulb. I am going to assume that he is not going to get out and will soon die. (I'll remove him and put him in the trash when that happens.)
I know it sounds wrong, but I'm happy to see him in this predicament. The roaches have been terrorizing me for days, and now they are getting their just desserts without my help.
I think they are being driven doors cause it has been raining for 3 weeks straight here. (Only a couple of dry days.)
-edit- It was a wasp stuck in the light. My boyfriend came home and stabbed it through the vents with a knife.
I see rats on a regular basis in restaurants and bars here (Jiaxing, Zhejiang, PRC).
I don't mean to belittle the roach rants (I have major problems with them too) but we're talking big hairy warm blooded clever pests here. And they can crawl on walls, just like roaches.
I'd really love to do a sci-fi comic someday, all the cool ships and races you can do whatever with, but it always seems like they need long plotlines to work or parody :/
I see rats on a regular basis in restaurants and bars here (Jiaxing, Zhejiang, PRC).
I don't mean to belittle the roach rants (I have major problems with them too) but we're talking big hairy warm blooded clever pests here. And they can crawl on walls, just like roaches.
I'm not really afraid of snakes myself, my mom has this huge irrational fear of them, she thinks if she runs one over on the road it's going to crawl up the tires and into the car door to attack her.
We used to leave the ice chest on the front porch and two separate times a rattlesnake curled up under it. I can't hear the rattle because of my ears but the first time i knew something was wrong because all the cats were off the porch. My dad just chopped it's head off like it was butter and flung it's corpse halfway across the yard into the brushes, goddamn manly brute.
Of course it took another snake getting beheaded to finally move it.
It doesn't have to, you can take pretty much anything and transplant it into space and have it work. Look at Star Wars, for example. Completely generic fantasy plot + space = gold.What a novel idea, shame 'lesbian space pirates' is already taken, since that would have been my first route. -_-
It doesn't have to, you can take pretty much anything and transplant it into space and have it work. Look at Star Wars, for example. Completely generic fantasy plot + space = gold.What a novel idea, shame 'lesbian space pirates' is already taken, since that would have been my first route. -_-
Why is that as soon as I feel like I'm on top of everything work related, there's suddenly a nearly due in essay that I was completely neglecting? It's happening again, I'm going to have to put my already late sound recording work on pause to get this essay done and I'm going to fuck it all up again and there's currently nothing I can do about it fuck fuckfuckfuck.
Also, after trying to find a recent bestseller to write about, I discovered that all of my books and films are either really old or really obscure. Holy shit, I'm a snob. When did that happen?
Edit: Oh yeah, and I just bumped into someone I knew from last year, and now I'm even more paranoid than usual because I acted like an utter twat last year. Stupid lack of any social skills at all.
What a novel idea, shame 'lesbian space pirates' is already taken, since that would have been my first route. -_-
Space pirates are over done anyway. Just take the plot from Star Wars, change a few names around, and make Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader into lesbian lovers. And one of them a sentient planet.
That's award winning material right there.
I had a shit of a day yesterday. On my lovely Tuesday off I had a migraine that lasted the entire day and into the night. So I was in bed in pain the entire day and got nothing done. At all. Wasted day. -_-
And at 2 am in the mooring there was a dreadful yowling, howling row outside… My tough black and white tomcat was doing mortal combat with a big fluffy ginger one. They slammed into a steel roof and then plummeted about 12 feet to thud down onto the ground bellow, still locked together. I was outside only wearing the bare essentials with my head still clanging with the dregs of the migraine, gingerly trying to separate that bundle of fur, needles and barbed wire…
Of course I didn't put a hand in between them, I'm not an idiot. By the time I fetched a bucket of water to the scene, ginger cat had scarpered over the fence and mine had gone off to his usual night haunt… So I just went back to bed and tried to get over the rest of the headache.
The next day all my fellow has to show for his night adventures are some tiny marks on his face and a black bloody scab on one ear. No limping, he's not sore or tender anywhere on his body. Just back to being a cuddly little teddybear as if nothing happened to him.
Tomcats are built little little tanks. Seriously. If I got into a fight like that and fell off a roof (while holding on to someone) that was about 12 times my body height, I wouldn't be able to walk, let alone go one fighting and be perfectly ok the next day.
But I'm hoping those guys are visiting the other apartments.I reason that it's not so bad at all if you can't see them.
Yeah. Well they just give me the willies cause they tend to scuttle around when I use the facilities. But for some strange reason, they are only in the bathroom. Which now that you mention it has been smelling better recently.
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