I memorize probability values for the F-distribution, I worship at the shrine of Pearson, I once woke up in the middle of a vegetable patch hugging a turnip that I'd mistakenly dug up thinking it was Roy's largest root, Thinking about Bonferroni corrections gives me a tingly feeling in my groin, I soil my pants with excitement at the mere mention of Factor Analysis, I calculate 3 ANOVAs in my head before getting out of bed every morning, I tried to build myself a time machine so that I could go back to the 1930s and follow Fisher around on my hands and knees licking the floor on which he'd just trodden