i have my mother to thank for it.

The big problem with spending eight, or maybe even eighty (it felt like eighty), hours yesterday
glaring at my computer screen b/c the damn statistics program didn't like my commands :

> slope<- import.asc("slope100.asc", type= "numeric")
> stack<- as.kasc(list(slope, elevation, aspect)) > image(stack)
Error in par(mfrow = mfrow, mar = mar) : invalid value specified for
graphical parameter "mfrow"
> stack
Variables measured:
1. : numeric
Error in .subset2(x, i, exact = exact) : attempt to select less than one element

> pca <- dudi.pca(cleanstack$tab, scannf=FALSE, nf = 2) Error in `rownames<-`(`*tmp*`, value = c("1", "2", "3"...

-- well, the problem with all of that is that now, today, my glaring reserves have run low, I've run clean out of spite and fury, having directed it all at my screen yesterday, and today has consisted of the following:

1. Stare forlornly at command screen, hoping it will correct itself
2. Stare forlornly at the papers I need to read for class
   
3. Make lists of work I should be doing.
   

The greater point is that all this huffing and puffing and glaring and stewing makes this happen:


The Great Forehead Scrunching.

Hey kids, remember when your dad told you that someday your face would freeze that way?
IT'S TRUE.