and was surprised. I simply hadn't realised that they had any to drop. I'm thinking of the project for a worthwhile shell, now abandoned I believe, called MONAD . And of course all the slightly off-colour jokes of the style "MONAD! Microsoft, don't you wish you had one!" I know it's bad of me, but I did laugh quite a bit.
as the first manual voltage switcher on the first high altitude trial of an aircraft which flaps its wings using this technique. Good if we could get pictures too, especially when the inevitable occurs.
You're forgetting Oleg the Horrible who jumped out of his drakar onto the continent of North America - near what is now Boston - in 992, if memory serves. He was heard to cry " I ain't rowin' no more ; I'm gonna get me a piece" He literally screwed himself to death in the ten following years - died in January of the year 1002. A commemorative plaque is visible near the Park Street subway kiosk. It gives the numbers - all of them.
is a piece of string ? Question of the week ! Your post made me think of the African pygmy tribe - the Wheydafuckwe'at tribe. You've hear of them, I'm sure. They live in Central Africa - where the elephant grass grows really tall.
Must admit to being a bit lost here. As a Scot and as a young fellow, I was heavily involved with a a girl called Gene - but I'm pretty sure she spelt it Jean - and, while she was fun to be in the tub with, she never impressed me as liable to get washed away ; but I was perhaps a little distracted. Now, here in France, they have a lot of Jeans - but they're all fellows and, while they should get in the tub more, I'm not going even to try washing them. Then the Americans have their Gene (Audry, if I'm not mistaken) who had a song "Frosty the Snowman" long before the Colombians brought their whole new meaning to the title. Makes a lot of Genes (or Jeans, if you prefer). Too many for me.
Just wanted to say that if you're confused by this Gene (or Jean) business buddy, you ain't alone. (And I just hope you noticed that I didn't even introduce my new Levi's into the discussion - though I think I'll photograph them, just to check how they look after a few times in the washing machine.)
"The astronauts would take refuge on the ISS while mission control...."
might mean a bunch of astronauts with little enough to do and little enough to eat. It occurs to me that they might want to encourage mission control to do something for them and that this encouragement might be in song form. I suggest the song which begins
Oh show me the way to go home;
I'm tired an' I wanna go to bed
Remember that one ? An oldy but a goody - especially in that situation. Another of the same type begins
I'm tired and hungry;
but still carry on.....
Just a thought. May we hope that they would have no problems with the RIAA ?
and thought "I too, am content". I'm sure that the crew is collectively content also. The adage "a contented shuttle shuttles" is well known. Less well-known perhaps is the verb "to shuttle" which implies "to go and to come back (in one piece)".
You're correct, of course. The same applies to early models of anything - chickens made of folded paper, Windows, motor-cars, lawn-mowers, wives, children, silk pyjamas...... just anything. I got my copy of Windows XP (quite cheaply, from a fellow in a bar in Hong-Kong who, by the way, also wanted to sell some REALLY dirty pictures) with SP2 already in it - no trouble with updating (manually, never turn on automatic updates said the vendor). No trouble with WGA. He gave me some complimentary dirty pictures and he wanted me to have a complimentary lawn-mower - I wasn't sure if I could get it on the 'plane though. I think I got a really good deal - for 10 Hong-Kong dollars that is.
Sure does lack something ! Pedometer by itself just will not do the job. My theory involves a compass and a SEXtant. The combination of the pedometer, the compass and the SEXtant enables them to return to the nest even when the Americans turn off GPS (during their next war, for example). Fairly obviously this theory is the correct one 'cause the SEX part also explains why there are so many of them.
It seems possible that you and I are the only people on the planet who have long since achieved portability to "on the go" machines without longing for editing through a browser facilities.
"FGS works, too, if the interferometer tickles your fansy . Does NICMOS still work that well, I wonder?"
and, while I can resist (but only just) the temptation to ask about having your your fansy tickled by an interferometer , I feel I should console you. I can find no better form of consolation than something that has already appeared in this discussion "Don't worry, we can always fall back on America's lead in grammar and spelling." And ask you to notice that I resisted the temptation to add anything concerning America's lead in pornographic thought.
I think that pants are almost an obligation today (and its a shame). Its not a question of being sensible though. Those of us who were around then - older and wiser now - can remember the cold-air ducts being in the false ceiling as being the norm. Today of course, the cold air enters the computer room as an upward blast from the false floor. More efficient for cooling but less pleasing to the eye (in my humble opinion, at any rate).
Who was she 'phoning ? I read TFA and it doesn't say who she was 'phoning - out in the middle of a park, during a thunderstorm. TFA doesn't know much about 15 year old girls and neither, it would appear, do a lot of the posters in the discussion. Being a father, I can enlighten you. She was 'phoning God (all 15 year old girls and a number of boys of that age have the number) for the third time to ask Him to turn the rain off ; He didn't want to, and even He could not make the 15 year-old understand that the thing to do was to "get the hell inside, out of the rain".
Any father who has succeeded in teaching the lesson "when it rains, get the hell inside" and has seen the lesson learned and enacted upon can pass the teaching method along to me (for I need it) and, of course, to God (who lost His temper there).
You're probably right - look at all the time I spent on your idiotic maundering. You first have to be one in order to recognize one, so you're surely qualified to make such a pronouncement. You have yourself a really good day now, and do try to stop drooling on the rest of us - even if it does cost a fortune in hankies (and it will).
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Good question !
I knew it !
I read this bit
and was surprised. I simply hadn't realised that they had any to drop. I'm thinking of the project for a worthwhile shell, now abandoned I believe, called MONAD . And of course all the slightly off-colour jokes of the style "MONAD! Microsoft, don't you wish you had one!" I know it's bad of me, but I did laugh quite a bit.as the first manual voltage switcher on the first high altitude trial of an aircraft which flaps its wings using this technique. Good if we could get pictures too, especially when the inevitable occurs.
You're forgetting Oleg the Horrible who jumped out of his drakar onto the continent of North America - near what is now Boston - in 992, if memory serves. He was heard to cry " I ain't rowin' no more ; I'm gonna get me a piece" He literally screwed himself to death in the ten following years - died in January of the year 1002. A commemorative plaque is visible near the Park Street subway kiosk. It gives the numbers - all of them.
is a piece of string ? Question of the week ! Your post made me think of the African pygmy tribe - the Wheydafuckwe'at tribe. You've hear of them, I'm sure. They live in Central Africa - where the elephant grass grows really tall.
Must admit to being a bit lost here. As a Scot and as a young fellow, I was heavily involved with a a girl called Gene - but I'm pretty sure she spelt it Jean - and, while she was fun to be in the tub with, she never impressed me as liable to get washed away ; but I was perhaps a little distracted. Now, here in France, they have a lot of Jeans - but they're all fellows and, while they should get in the tub more, I'm not going even to try washing them. Then the Americans have their Gene (Audry, if I'm not mistaken) who had a song "Frosty the Snowman" long before the Colombians brought their whole new meaning to the title. Makes a lot of Genes (or Jeans, if you prefer). Too many for me.
Just wanted to say that if you're confused by this Gene (or Jean) business buddy, you ain't alone. (And I just hope you noticed that I didn't even introduce my new Levi's into the discussion - though I think I'll photograph them, just to check how they look after a few times in the washing machine.)
I read this bit
and thought "Why, I'm sure they surely is, isn't they!" Then I read this bit and I thought of the good old boy who saidYou really are a very silly person. You really need to take a primary school reading course. NITWIT ! You don't have the sense that God gave goats !
Doctor Whom if we want to be objective
Can't help but think that
might mean a bunch of astronauts with little enough to do and little enough to eat. It occurs to me that they might want to encourage mission control to do something for them and that this encouragement might be in song form. I suggest the song which begins- Oh show me the way to go home;
- I'm tired an' I wanna go to bed
Remember that one ? An oldy but a goody - especially in that situation. Another of the same type begins- I'm tired and hungry;
- but still carry on
.....
Just a thought. May we hope that they would have no problems with the RIAA ?I noticed this bit
and thought "I too, am content". I'm sure that the crew is collectively content also. The adage "a contented shuttle shuttles" is well known. Less well-known perhaps is the verb "to shuttle" which implies "to go and to come back (in one piece)".I sure you're correct. I have just one question. Might we replace "alewds" with "a lewd" ? Just sometimes. Please !
You're correct, of course. The same applies to early models of anything - chickens made of folded paper, Windows, motor-cars, lawn-mowers, wives, children, silk pyjamas ...... just anything. I got my copy of Windows XP (quite cheaply, from a fellow in a bar in Hong-Kong who, by the way, also wanted to sell some REALLY dirty pictures) with SP2 already in it - no trouble with updating (manually, never turn on automatic updates said the vendor). No trouble with WGA. He gave me some complimentary dirty pictures and he wanted me to have a complimentary lawn-mower - I wasn't sure if I could get it on the 'plane though. I think I got a really good deal - for 10 Hong-Kong dollars that is.
Sure does lack something ! Pedometer by itself just will not do the job. My theory involves a compass and a SEXtant. The combination of the pedometer, the compass and the SEXtant enables them to return to the nest even when the Americans turn off GPS (during their next war, for example). Fairly obviously this theory is the correct one 'cause the SEX part also explains why there are so many of them.
He is just slightly unwell, maybe. I hope so, for his sake.
It seems possible that you and I are the only people on the planet who have long since achieved portability to "on the go" machines without longing for editing through a browser facilities.
Duly noted,
and, while I can resist (but only just) the temptation to ask about having your your fansy tickled by an interferometer , I feel I should console you. I can find no better form of consolation than something that has already appeared in this discussion "Don't worry, we can always fall back on America's lead in grammar and spelling." And ask you to notice that I resisted the temptation to add anything concerning America's lead in pornographic thought.Let us pray from a funnier version, then. (No sense going against the inevitable!)
I think that pants are almost an obligation today (and its a shame). Its not a question of being sensible though. Those of us who were around then - older and wiser now - can remember the cold-air ducts being in the false ceiling as being the norm. Today of course, the cold air enters the computer room as an upward blast from the false floor. More efficient for cooling but less pleasing to the eye (in my humble opinion, at any rate).
Yes, I see it ! You wanted to say that it would probobly run OpenBSD, right ? I better get some coffee too.
Nope ! Some things are just impossible !
The correct answer is three and a half. So there !
Who was she 'phoning ? I read TFA and it doesn't say who she was 'phoning - out in the middle of a park, during a thunderstorm. TFA doesn't know much about 15 year old girls and neither, it would appear, do a lot of the posters in the discussion. Being a father, I can enlighten you. She was 'phoning God (all 15 year old girls and a number of boys of that age have the number) for the third time to ask Him to turn the rain off ; He didn't want to, and even He could not make the 15 year-old understand that the thing to do was to "get the hell inside, out of the rain".
Any father who has succeeded in teaching the lesson "when it rains, get the hell inside" and has seen the lesson learned and enacted upon can pass the teaching method along to me (for I need it) and, of course, to God (who lost His temper there).
You're probably right - look at all the time I spent on your idiotic maundering.
You first have to be one in order to recognize one, so you're surely qualified to make such a pronouncement.
You have yourself a really good day now, and do try to stop drooling on the rest of us - even if it does cost a fortune in hankies (and it will).