@Mike There are always math nerds, but "modern" math nerds are...different.
Today is "easier" to be an math nerd; thanks to the internet.
Well, I like math (the reason why I wanna study it). The nerds from the 70s have an better change to write an milestone as modern nerds. (See OGR, Goldbach Conjecture or NumberFields@Home)
Today you need much computing power to reach milestones; in the 70s you must be realy good(there wasn´t any computers; just use your brain.).
@Anniet Good that you like it. It was created with Gimp 2.4. We can talk about Math, if you want it. :)
Hi Chris :) At this rate... Godot will turn up LONG before this thread is won... :)
Wasn't the thread won when Mike (or somebody, I don't remember anymore), followed shortly by me, said Oppenheimer?
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absolutely last edit: *troubled frown* Am I a lot... ruder here...than at the alien listening place do you think... or is it the company I'm keeping? *smack hand* :)
I don't know about ruder. You are certainly freer with your stream of consciousness.
Speaking of which, I slept most dreadfully last night, and when I finally did nod off at almos the time I should be waking up, I had a rather horrendous dream that for some reason I feel compelled to share with you lot.
The dream was an old movie that I somehow knew I was watching on TV, but there was no TV in the dream, just the movie. It first flashed the title on the screen, but I will withhold that until the end of my description. As the rest of the opening title proceeded, we were mainly watching a late-30s vintage car driving along. It was, of course, a dark and stormy night. Intercut between the shots of the car drving along were briefer shots of various happenings at, presumably, its destination, some sort of insane asylum concurrent with the car (and probably the movie itself). Doctors and nurses doing the sorts of horrible things to patients that we think of them doing in such places at that time in history. One early shot was of a dog, I think a black lab, muzzled and bearing that sad look that dogs get when they know the humans are upset with them but they don't understand why. The dog obviously had no idea what was about to happen to it as its head was placed on a chopping block that I somehow knew was used somewhat more frequently for the more troublesome patients. The camera cut away as the axe fell. The title I have been withholding was "The Dog was Beheaded for Stealing the Pot Roast." The image, although it cut away, was still disturbing enough to wake me up from much needed sleep.
I have no idea how my mind conjured this up.
My conscious mind apologizes to all animal lovers, but my overall psyche felt a need to share this.
David
Miserable old git
Patiently waiting for the asteroid with my name on it.
I am now watching (for real) what might also be the stuff of nightmares: William Shatner's documentary show The Captains close-up, with... William Shatner. In all the other episodes, he interviews the other actors who played captains on Star Trek. In this one, Kate Mulgrew interviews him, although it's still cut with him narrating the things going on in his life.
And now it's over and I'm moving on to the one with Sir Patrick Stewart.
David
Miserable old git
Patiently waiting for the asteroid with my name on it.
Wasn't the thread won when Mike (or somebody, I don't remember anymore), followed shortly by me, said Oppenheimer?
*dumbfounded stare* Oh.
Well. You're right... you don't remember. And no... you haven't killed the thread...
So... whilst you sit there basking in the glow of your imaginary silver medal David :) given that I know you have been feeling poorly and (judging by your dream) a little bit not all there... I am going to be kind and use the word "illusion" in response to that. Where you ARE right however, is in thinking the name I am seeking has already been mentioned. Why I have not declared the winner yet is because I am 99.999 percent sure that the winner would not know how or why he had won unless I told him how... and then I told him why... and then I told him whom he had found and won with... *deeply exasperated sigh* which I haven't felt like doing today *sniff so hard proboscis shortens three inches* or indeed any day since it was posted.
So yes oh great einsteinians... you are right to stare at me all horrified and outraged... for you have stumbled aimlessly upon my mean streak :) and it is not a pleasant mire to stagger about in... No. Bwaaaaah ha ha ha ha ha :)
And now stare at this... for it is a twinkly star... a calibration source if you like :)
Yes... bequeathed as bountiful clues to the clueless...
*elevate nose to level NEVER elevated to before... and pose...*
...and what did you do with them? Only just stop yourselves from telling me where to ignominiously pop them... *wounded blink*
Now... as I'm not the kind of person who likes saying "I told you so" (and pointing out other's errors whilst cackling till I incur an injury :))))))))... I suggest you just imagine I haven't. And while you're imagining that, imagine... *to give einsteinians time to imagine two things at once... out of goodness of heart... gaze into faaaaaar distance* ... how much torture you could have saved yourselves from people... if ONLY you'd taken the anniet shortcut signposted as it was so thoroughly in TLPTLWWPLTTPL two ones... and then again with such clarity in this post where I explained my brain :)
...8 days later, tbret stumbled across the field of... astrophysics... *rotate eyes in manner of swivelly chair* when all that was needed at the very beginning was to take the word...
physicist and think about elephants :)
But never mind... it was probably too... in your face...
...to recognise what you were looking at...
And perhaps this bit confused you all too...
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Secondly comes the “is where†bit. Well... I'll come back to that...
Oh... and just BTW... you might be interested to know that my abovely's are very similarly structured to my original belowly's :) apart from what happened to the fourthly of course :)
Which was, if you recall... *reach for megaphone*
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... an elephant.
...which went from being listed as fourthly in my belowly's to being listed as secondly in my abovely's... *gaze in admiration at the high level of sudden glazing in everyone's expression* and where there were suddenly two elephants to help with the "is where" bit because not all elephants are the same. No. They are not. Take for example the poor little one sitting in a sinkhole :( alluded to as a working elephant... whereas our first (our relevant elephant) was not... so a non-working elephant is in the "is where" part of my first secondly (as long as you ignored the zoo bit - which of course was a reference to this thread) :)
See! I knew you'd get it :) *Pause to admire carnage wrought by previous monologue* <-THAT ^ is why no one talks about the elephant in the room people :))) Anyway... if you'd put that together with "physicist"... well.. never mind... you didn't. Which brings me to something else you "didn't"... my...
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Thirdly... Things fall apart... a good (albeit sad) end of times book...
...titled from a line in the Second Coming (a poem by our first writer - Yeats) it is the bit Dr Melfi DIDN'T say when she quoted from it in the Soprano's. It IS the title of a novel (about the destruction wrought to a way of life and culture) by our second writer... born on the shortcut which was displayed most adequately in The Inner Heisenberg's Theme Park Data Plot Graph... and later referred to by Mike as...
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the green railway tracks from near the lower left intersection of err ... the coordinate axes .... going toward the upper right...
To which I add this...
A section of "railway track". It flies on almost the same latitude line as the Panama canal wends... and where the harmattan gusts and the digitonthophagus gazella rolls. It is on the same continent as the Throne of weapons was created, with the same sentiments as Pugwash and the desire for us all to "remember our humanity"... and free to roam unquarantined sidles the porcellinadae or porcelain crab... a play on words that flirted with the why I chose the who I chose and the high kaolin content essential to porcelain clay found in the general vicinity of where the who I chose came from.
And whilst I freely admit that despite all that hard work finding out when he was born, it left you nowhere, when he demised would have led you right to him... told to you in my post on the fifth anniversary of his death no less. But oh no... seeing what is right before your eyes...
like a horse... which tells you it is a horse... :) is clearly harder for some than others :)
But I will narrow your search for who you seek to this: sometime after this he was mentioned. In the meantime, whilst you scrabble for a win and the chance to run TLPPPTWWWWW one with a three a little to the right of it
I remain here... superciliously looking down upon you all... :)
:))))))))))))
Please wait here. Further instructions could pile up at any time. Thank you.
@David : Honestly don't worry. Anyone whose dreams are that organised with scripting, excellent scene editing and titles is doing fine. Whatever the subject. I dream of having dreams that coherent.
My typical one - a thousand fuzzy variants - is where I can't find my car where I left it in the parking lot, and this is just after I've handed in an assignment too late at University. Neither of these topics has ever been an issue or concern in my life, not once. Not to mention that in particular I never had a car to misplace when I was at uni. So go figure. :-)
But I take this happily, as it beats hands down the ones I used to have for a year or two after the bush-fire-storm that nearly killed us all in '09. That I won't burden you with in detail ....
Cheers, Mike.
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
Wasn't the thread won when Mike (or somebody, I don't remember anymore), followed shortly by me, said Oppenheimer?
*dumbfounded stare* Oh.
Well. You're right... you don't remember. And no... you haven't killed the thread...
So... whilst you sit there basking in the glow of your imaginary silver medal David :) given that I know you have been feeling poorly and (judging by your dream) a little bit not all there... I am going to be kind and use the word "illusion" in response to that. Where you ARE right however, is in thinking the name I am seeking has already been mentioned. Why I have not declared the winner yet is because I am 99.999 percent sure that the winner would not know how or why he had won unless I told him how... and then I told him why... and then I told him whom he had found and won with... *deeply exasperated sigh* which I haven't felt like doing today *sniff so hard proboscis shortens three inches* or indeed any day since it was posted.
So yes oh great einsteinians... you are right to stare at me all horrified and outraged... for you have stumbled aimlessly upon my mean streak :) and it is not a pleasant mire to stagger about in... No. Bwaaaaah ha ha ha ha ha :)
You were right Mike she is a "teacher"!
I always disliked that in school, some flash comes and you get the right answer but then it's wrong because you can't PROVE how you got it. Sometimes answers just come to us, with us having no Earthly way to trace back to how we got there from here. They are called 'inspirations', or in Science 'leaps', where that leap or inspiration came from could be from some non related subject altogether, but the fact is someone did get the right answer and they are STILL WRONG!!
With age Anniet I have begun to understand the thinking on this, and I VERY HIGHLY respect teachers!
@Mike There are always math
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@Mike There are always math nerds, but "modern" math nerds are...different.
Today is "easier" to be an math nerd; thanks to the internet.
Well, I like math (the reason why I wanna study it). The nerds from the 70s have an better change to write an milestone as modern nerds. (See OGR, Goldbach Conjecture or NumberFields@Home)
Today you need much computing power to reach milestones; in the 70s you must be realy good(there wasn´t any computers; just use your brain.).
@Anniet Good that you like it. It was created with Gimp 2.4. We can talk about Math, if you want it. :)
@others Hi, nice to "read" from you. ;)
RE: Hi Chris :) At this
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Wasn't the thread won when Mike (or somebody, I don't remember anymore), followed shortly by me, said Oppenheimer?
I don't know about ruder. You are certainly freer with your stream of consciousness.
Speaking of which, I slept most dreadfully last night, and when I finally did nod off at almos the time I should be waking up, I had a rather horrendous dream that for some reason I feel compelled to share with you lot.
The dream was an old movie that I somehow knew I was watching on TV, but there was no TV in the dream, just the movie. It first flashed the title on the screen, but I will withhold that until the end of my description. As the rest of the opening title proceeded, we were mainly watching a late-30s vintage car driving along. It was, of course, a dark and stormy night. Intercut between the shots of the car drving along were briefer shots of various happenings at, presumably, its destination, some sort of insane asylum concurrent with the car (and probably the movie itself). Doctors and nurses doing the sorts of horrible things to patients that we think of them doing in such places at that time in history. One early shot was of a dog, I think a black lab, muzzled and bearing that sad look that dogs get when they know the humans are upset with them but they don't understand why. The dog obviously had no idea what was about to happen to it as its head was placed on a chopping block that I somehow knew was used somewhat more frequently for the more troublesome patients. The camera cut away as the axe fell. The title I have been withholding was "The Dog was Beheaded for Stealing the Pot Roast." The image, although it cut away, was still disturbing enough to wake me up from much needed sleep.
I have no idea how my mind conjured this up.
My conscious mind apologizes to all animal lovers, but my overall psyche felt a need to share this.
David
Miserable old git
Patiently waiting for the asteroid with my name on it.
Gee, I didn't mean to stop
)
Gee, I didn't mean to stop the thread cold.
I am now watching (for real) what might also be the stuff of nightmares: William Shatner's documentary show The Captains close-up, with... William Shatner. In all the other episodes, he interviews the other actors who played captains on Star Trek. In this one, Kate Mulgrew interviews him, although it's still cut with him narrating the things going on in his life.
And now it's over and I'm moving on to the one with Sir Patrick Stewart.
David
Miserable old git
Patiently waiting for the asteroid with my name on it.
RE: Wasn't the thread won
)
*dumbfounded stare* Oh.
Well. You're right... you don't remember. And no... you haven't killed the thread...
So... whilst you sit there basking in the glow of your imaginary silver medal David :) given that I know you have been feeling poorly and (judging by your dream) a little bit not all there... I am going to be kind and use the word "illusion" in response to that. Where you ARE right however, is in thinking the name I am seeking has already been mentioned. Why I have not declared the winner yet is because I am 99.999 percent sure that the winner would not know how or why he had won unless I told him how... and then I told him why... and then I told him whom he had found and won with... *deeply exasperated sigh* which I haven't felt like doing today *sniff so hard proboscis shortens three inches* or indeed any day since it was posted.
So yes oh great einsteinians... you are right to stare at me all horrified and outraged... for you have stumbled aimlessly upon my mean streak :) and it is not a pleasant mire to stagger about in... No. Bwaaaaah ha ha ha ha ha :)
And now stare at this... for it is a twinkly star... a calibration source if you like :)
Yes... bequeathed as bountiful clues to the clueless...
*elevate nose to level NEVER elevated to before... and pose...*
...and what did you do with them? Only just stop yourselves from telling me where to ignominiously pop them... *wounded blink*
Now... as I'm not the kind of person who likes saying "I told you so" (and pointing out other's errors whilst cackling till I incur an injury :))))))))... I suggest you just imagine I haven't. And while you're imagining that, imagine... *to give einsteinians time to imagine two things at once... out of goodness of heart... gaze into faaaaaar distance* ... how much torture you could have saved yourselves from people... if ONLY you'd taken the anniet shortcut signposted as it was so thoroughly in TLPTLWWPLTTPL two ones... and then again with such clarity in this post where I explained my brain :)
There was this...
...where ... EVENTUALLY...
...8 days later, tbret stumbled across the field of... astrophysics... *rotate eyes in manner of swivelly chair* when all that was needed at the very beginning was to take the word...
physicist and think about elephants :)
But never mind... it was probably too... in your face...
...to recognise what you were looking at...
And perhaps this bit confused you all too...
...which I did when I told you...
Which was, if you recall... *reach for megaphone*
...which went from being listed as fourthly in my belowly's to being listed as secondly in my abovely's... *gaze in admiration at the high level of sudden glazing in everyone's expression* and where there were suddenly two elephants to help with the "is where" bit because not all elephants are the same. No. They are not. Take for example the poor little one sitting in a sinkhole :( alluded to as a working elephant... whereas our first (our relevant elephant) was not... so a non-working elephant is in the "is where" part of my first secondly (as long as you ignored the zoo bit - which of course was a reference to this thread) :)
See! I knew you'd get it :) *Pause to admire carnage wrought by previous monologue* <-THAT ^ is why no one talks about the elephant in the room people :))) Anyway... if you'd put that together with "physicist"... well.. never mind... you didn't. Which brings me to something else you "didn't"... my...
...titled from a line in the Second Coming (a poem by our first writer - Yeats) it is the bit Dr Melfi DIDN'T say when she quoted from it in the Soprano's. It IS the title of a novel (about the destruction wrought to a way of life and culture) by our second writer... born on the shortcut which was displayed most adequately in The Inner Heisenberg's Theme Park Data Plot Graph... and later referred to by Mike as...
To which I add this...
A section of "railway track". It flies on almost the same latitude line as the Panama canal wends... and where the harmattan gusts and the digitonthophagus gazella rolls. It is on the same continent as the Throne of weapons was created, with the same sentiments as Pugwash and the desire for us all to "remember our humanity"... and free to roam unquarantined sidles the porcellinadae or porcelain crab... a play on words that flirted with the why I chose the who I chose and the high kaolin content essential to porcelain clay found in the general vicinity of where the who I chose came from.
And whilst I freely admit that despite all that hard work finding out when he was born, it left you nowhere, when he demised would have led you right to him... told to you in my post on the fifth anniversary of his death no less. But oh no... seeing what is right before your eyes...
like a horse... which tells you it is a horse... :) is clearly harder for some than others :)
But I will narrow your search for who you seek to this:
sometime after this he was mentioned. In the meantime, whilst you scrabble for a win and the chance to run TLPPPTWWWWW one with a three a little to the right of it
I remain here... superciliously looking down upon you all... :)
:))))))))))))
Please wait here. Further instructions could pile up at any time. Thank you.
RE: ... the name I am
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Ah. Well. Right there is the rub, our mutual cognitive dissonance now laid bare .... :-) :-0
it's an AND situation, neither an inclusive nor exclusive OR. To wit/whit :
to provide the name is a minimum requirement not maximal/complete. But there is indeed no foul whatsoever because :
... in any event.
I may now sleep easy, the sleep of the [strike]damned[/strike] [strike]drunk[/strike] [strike]despicable[/strike] too literal creature. :-) :-)
Cheers, Mike.
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
@David : Honestly don't
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@David : Honestly don't worry. Anyone whose dreams are that organised with scripting, excellent scene editing and titles is doing fine. Whatever the subject. I dream of having dreams that coherent.
My typical one - a thousand fuzzy variants - is where I can't find my car where I left it in the parking lot, and this is just after I've handed in an assignment too late at University. Neither of these topics has ever been an issue or concern in my life, not once. Not to mention that in particular I never had a car to misplace when I was at uni. So go figure. :-)
But I take this happily, as it beats hands down the ones I used to have for a year or two after the bush-fire-storm that nearly killed us all in '09. That I won't burden you with in detail ....
Cheers, Mike.
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
That horse still looks like a
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That horse still looks like a cat pouncing on a bat!!
Waiting for Godot & salvation :-)
Why do doctors have to practice?
You'd think they'd have got it right by now
RE: RE: Wasn't the thread
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You were right Mike she is a "teacher"!
I always disliked that in school, some flash comes and you get the right answer but then it's wrong because you can't PROVE how you got it. Sometimes answers just come to us, with us having no Earthly way to trace back to how we got there from here. They are called 'inspirations', or in Science 'leaps', where that leap or inspiration came from could be from some non related subject altogether, but the fact is someone did get the right answer and they are STILL WRONG!!
With age Anniet I have begun to understand the thinking on this, and I VERY HIGHLY respect teachers!
RE: @Bill should we not
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Chris ... like this one ?
Bill
@anniet So much pictures...
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@anniet So much pictures...