“A lie doesn't become truth, wrong doesn't become right, and evil doesn't become good, just because it's accepted by a majority.” ― Booker T. Washington
I totally relate to the password BS! Ended up using “Eatshitanddie16”. Never had to change it again for that particular account. Felt like I won that little battle
Our dog didn't chase me but he got overly enthusiastic and knocked me over several times. I was a small for a 4-year-old and he was a Norwegian Elkhound. That might be part of why I've always been a cat person.
I’m sending the password one to my pre retirement IT department especially for that little weasel Dave. I like to remind them that I’m still out here …..somewhere….waiting…. 😈
Ken, I can not recommend any fowl attacks. Legs swing on the porch, ducks come out and bite your calves, geese attack because you chose to dare and walk on their intended path but roosters...
will jump on your back and sink their spurs in your butt cheeks.
I am not traumatized by any of this because the greatest woman in the world, mama, made pastry out of all of them. Good birds good, mean birds food.
When I was a kid a gander would stop traffic, including our school bus, to allow his family to cross the road…to get to the other side of course. It wasn’t just that chicken 😏. Anyone, who was foolish enough to try to shoo him away quickly discovered that his bill could raise blood blisters especially on his favorite target, the butt.
I have to say they are worse than roosters! Even though I was attacked by a rooster going to collect eggs back when. Tore my leg up. My dad fixed it. The rooster ended up on the dinner table. It was quite tough.
Okay, I got this one. The difference between 72F in the winter with the heat on is that when you take cold air and heat it you drive out even more of the water vapour. And in winter, the colder it gets, the less water vapour the air can hold. In the summer time when the weather is hot, the relative humidity is also higher. So the air totally feels different when it is cooled by air conditioning, which works by compressing a working fluid and exhausting the warmer air to the outside. Air conditioners change the amount of humidity too, which is why they have a tendency to drip, or to freeze up if they aren't running right. Gosh, I hope this helps. Or did I spoil the joke? lol
It's a man thing. I have been dealing with this battle. I've tried. He's quite familiar with the mechanics of it all. So I just blame it on being a Floridian. It's humid here year round. He's from upstate NY and was stationed in Minot North Dakota. He hates to be cold. I hate being hot. 72 in the winter is too hot. Perfect in the summer.
No kidding. I was born up that away, and we lived in Colonie, so dad could commute to Rensselaer Polytechnic. Then he got a tenure track position and loaded up the family and moved to Lawrence, Kansas.
This one time in 1981 my brother says to me we should go buy Christmas gifts while the stores are still open. What that meant to us was, we would go to this one store downtown and buy books, because that’s what everyone wanted for Christmas. Which we did. Then he says, “Hey, Jim, I wanna buy your book and I don’t want you to see it. Can you go wait outside for a few minutes?”
Which I did. It was 35 below. There was twenty miles an hour wind. I was wearing all the layers and it was still bone chilling cold. Waiting there in that moment I decided to move to Houston, Texas and work in the space industry if I could. Because being cold is no fun. Yes, Houston was, in fact, too hot, very much of the time. But only very rarely cold. This one ice storm in 1988 was a rare week when snow actually stuck to the ground long enough for a small snowman to get built.
I hear you. My husband hated Minot. He was traumatized for life by the brutal cold. He cross trained to another career field just so he could get out of there. Came to Tampa, finished college & then to Charleston, SC to a flying job. Hot and humid there too with occasional snow storms in the winter.
So, this one time, my friend Jim Muncy calls me up in the 9th month of 1987 and says he has a teaching gig at the University of North Dakota in Fargo teaching future studies. Well, it's blisteringly hot in Houston at this juncture and when he says he wants to send me plane tickets to teach a few days for his graduate students to really understand the space launch industry from an actual expert, I say, "Sounds great."
Fast forward to that very ice storm in 1988, I'm in Dallas waiting for Northwest Airlines to get to use the one de-icing machine to de-ice the plane I'm on, which takes six hours after push back. Can't return to the gate because we'd lose our place in line. Eventually get to Minneapolis, take the puddle jumper to Fargo, and my friend picks me up at the aeroport. I'm thinking about "friend" in quotes at this point. lol
It was 35 below (at night) and this time the wind was about 40 miles an hour. You know what's cool about 35 below? It is about where the Fahrenheit and the Celsius cross, so it is just as cold in either gauge!
When I got back to Houston a few days later one evening after the gig, i was standing in my t-shirt and jeans, scraping ice off my windshield in long term parking, happy as a clam because it was 40F above, so roughly 75 degrees warmer than I had been that same morning. Yeah, cold is not fun. It's not even for the birds.
I hear you. The coldest weather I’ve ever been in was -25 and it was nasty. That was in Frankfurt Germany during Desert Storm. Staging to fly to Dhahran, the opposite side of nasty. We had a long layover and ended up being overnight so we decided to walk to the movie theater. The heater broke so we sat in there freezing. That was enough for me not to want to ever live any where cold.
Your explanation is spot on. You did not spoil the joke because it is a real puzzle for so many but then, the answer is beyond 6th grade understanding... New puzzle,
I have a cup, put something cold in the cup, it stays cold, put something hot in cup, it stays hot. How does the cup know?
I have never asked a cup anything. But I will say that if you take a cup or a bucket and fill it with water, and put a very accurate, fast thermometer in that water, and then you add ice, the temperature of the water goes to the melting point of ice, 32F, right away. To me, that has always seemed a bit spooky. It seems to me that there ought to be some "latency" or time between adding the ice and the time that thermometer reaches 32F and it just doesn't show up when I've tried it.
There are a bunch of insulators that work better than plastic cups, including porcelain. If it has a good glaze, porcelain is also a lot better for you than plastic for eating and drinking. One of the really clever insulators is vacuum, which is how a thermos works. In the early days it was a vacuum between an outer metal skin and an inner glass skin. Don't know how many thermos bottles I wrecked with collisions, but I do remember fishing broken glass out of more than one beverage. lol
I totally relate to the password BS! Ended up using “Eatshitanddie16”. Never had to change it again for that particular account. Felt like I won that little battle
Scorchin' memes.
Most excellent indeed Mr. Dog.
Whoa, this was a particularly good bunch!
Our dog didn't chase me but he got overly enthusiastic and knocked me over several times. I was a small for a 4-year-old and he was a Norwegian Elkhound. That might be part of why I've always been a cat person.
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Your memes have replaced my tv👏
Good to hear, thanks! :D
Mission accomplished..
I’m sending the password one to my pre retirement IT department especially for that little weasel Dave. I like to remind them that I’m still out here …..somewhere….waiting…. 😈
Damn good truths today!
Quite a few truisms. I’ve never been chased by a rooster. I guess my childhood isn’t complete just yet.
Hopefully, it never will be complete.
Ken, I can not recommend any fowl attacks. Legs swing on the porch, ducks come out and bite your calves, geese attack because you chose to dare and walk on their intended path but roosters...
will jump on your back and sink their spurs in your butt cheeks.
I am not traumatized by any of this because the greatest woman in the world, mama, made pastry out of all of them. Good birds good, mean birds food.
It would be weird to recommend them…. Sorry, I just had to.
Password had me spewing coffee!
got a cuss password myself for this same reason.
Super childhood. Survived a flock of geese and hungery domestic pigs too! Whew, close calls. All the better for it!
Here in the South, we still use pigs to dispose of bodies…😁😈
Geez! Brick Top style from the movie Snatch?! Lol : ) Enjoy! (trailer https://youtu.be/9Jar2XkBboo?feature=shared )
Alexa alarm at 3AM:
Happy Thoughts!
Leatherface (Homeowner) chasing Marilyn Chambers & Co. (Home Invasion Trespassers) around with a chainsaw. That's how you roll in Texas :)
Ganders are 10x worse than roosters, in my humble goose-beaten-as-a-child opinion
Brother, do you have that right!
Same. Very scary when you’re about 5 years old and it’s a big old gander… :O
Chased by geese from the cotton patch count? Them suckers are terrifying to a toddler :)
When I was a kid a gander would stop traffic, including our school bus, to allow his family to cross the road…to get to the other side of course. It wasn’t just that chicken 😏. Anyone, who was foolish enough to try to shoo him away quickly discovered that his bill could raise blood blisters especially on his favorite target, the butt.
I have to say they are worse than roosters! Even though I was attacked by a rooster going to collect eggs back when. Tore my leg up. My dad fixed it. The rooster ended up on the dinner table. It was quite tough.
Okay, I got this one. The difference between 72F in the winter with the heat on is that when you take cold air and heat it you drive out even more of the water vapour. And in winter, the colder it gets, the less water vapour the air can hold. In the summer time when the weather is hot, the relative humidity is also higher. So the air totally feels different when it is cooled by air conditioning, which works by compressing a working fluid and exhausting the warmer air to the outside. Air conditioners change the amount of humidity too, which is why they have a tendency to drip, or to freeze up if they aren't running right. Gosh, I hope this helps. Or did I spoil the joke? lol
It's a man thing. I have been dealing with this battle. I've tried. He's quite familiar with the mechanics of it all. So I just blame it on being a Floridian. It's humid here year round. He's from upstate NY and was stationed in Minot North Dakota. He hates to be cold. I hate being hot. 72 in the winter is too hot. Perfect in the summer.
No kidding. I was born up that away, and we lived in Colonie, so dad could commute to Rensselaer Polytechnic. Then he got a tenure track position and loaded up the family and moved to Lawrence, Kansas.
This one time in 1981 my brother says to me we should go buy Christmas gifts while the stores are still open. What that meant to us was, we would go to this one store downtown and buy books, because that’s what everyone wanted for Christmas. Which we did. Then he says, “Hey, Jim, I wanna buy your book and I don’t want you to see it. Can you go wait outside for a few minutes?”
Which I did. It was 35 below. There was twenty miles an hour wind. I was wearing all the layers and it was still bone chilling cold. Waiting there in that moment I decided to move to Houston, Texas and work in the space industry if I could. Because being cold is no fun. Yes, Houston was, in fact, too hot, very much of the time. But only very rarely cold. This one ice storm in 1988 was a rare week when snow actually stuck to the ground long enough for a small snowman to get built.
I hear you. My husband hated Minot. He was traumatized for life by the brutal cold. He cross trained to another career field just so he could get out of there. Came to Tampa, finished college & then to Charleston, SC to a flying job. Hot and humid there too with occasional snow storms in the winter.
So, this one time, my friend Jim Muncy calls me up in the 9th month of 1987 and says he has a teaching gig at the University of North Dakota in Fargo teaching future studies. Well, it's blisteringly hot in Houston at this juncture and when he says he wants to send me plane tickets to teach a few days for his graduate students to really understand the space launch industry from an actual expert, I say, "Sounds great."
Fast forward to that very ice storm in 1988, I'm in Dallas waiting for Northwest Airlines to get to use the one de-icing machine to de-ice the plane I'm on, which takes six hours after push back. Can't return to the gate because we'd lose our place in line. Eventually get to Minneapolis, take the puddle jumper to Fargo, and my friend picks me up at the aeroport. I'm thinking about "friend" in quotes at this point. lol
It was 35 below (at night) and this time the wind was about 40 miles an hour. You know what's cool about 35 below? It is about where the Fahrenheit and the Celsius cross, so it is just as cold in either gauge!
When I got back to Houston a few days later one evening after the gig, i was standing in my t-shirt and jeans, scraping ice off my windshield in long term parking, happy as a clam because it was 40F above, so roughly 75 degrees warmer than I had been that same morning. Yeah, cold is not fun. It's not even for the birds.
I hear you. The coldest weather I’ve ever been in was -25 and it was nasty. That was in Frankfurt Germany during Desert Storm. Staging to fly to Dhahran, the opposite side of nasty. We had a long layover and ended up being overnight so we decided to walk to the movie theater. The heater broke so we sat in there freezing. That was enough for me not to want to ever live any where cold.
Jim,
Your explanation is spot on. You did not spoil the joke because it is a real puzzle for so many but then, the answer is beyond 6th grade understanding... New puzzle,
I have a cup, put something cold in the cup, it stays cold, put something hot in cup, it stays hot. How does the cup know?
I have never asked a cup anything. But I will say that if you take a cup or a bucket and fill it with water, and put a very accurate, fast thermometer in that water, and then you add ice, the temperature of the water goes to the melting point of ice, 32F, right away. To me, that has always seemed a bit spooky. It seems to me that there ought to be some "latency" or time between adding the ice and the time that thermometer reaches 32F and it just doesn't show up when I've tried it.
There are a bunch of insulators that work better than plastic cups, including porcelain. If it has a good glaze, porcelain is also a lot better for you than plastic for eating and drinking. One of the really clever insulators is vacuum, which is how a thermos works. In the early days it was a vacuum between an outer metal skin and an inner glass skin. Don't know how many thermos bottles I wrecked with collisions, but I do remember fishing broken glass out of more than one beverage. lol
I too have had that inner glass break. Such a disappointing moment in time.
You know I have never had Microsoftsucksass! get rejected for a password.
Sorry, the password must contain at least one number.
LOLOL