I mean their foyer is usually pretty scary - last year's
giant robotic Santa was bad, and so were the animatronic
bears at easter.
The 2-metre (12 foot 6) sad clown they have this year
instead of a Santa is pure nightmare material... but it's
nothing compared to the display of robotic blond toddlers in
front of the supermarket. These are all blond girls in angel
costumes who perform some pseudo-festive action (playing the
violin, wiggling their wings, whatever) repetitively,
silently, obsessively all day. Apart from the broken one who
just shivers. At least I hope she's broken because robotic
toddlers are scary enough, it would take a truly sick mind
to program one to stand there shaking.
--
Andrew Pearson - un animal avec beaucoup de fonctions
interactives. Parlez et riez ensemble. Il connait 800 mots
et bruits. Réagit à la lumière et au bruit. Ses movemements
sont très réalistes! Version anglais.
I can't wait to find out what will happen when Archimedes Plutonium
visits Luxembourg and is confronted by a line of dancing robotic bears.
> The 2-metre (12 foot 6) sad clown they have this year
> instead of a Santa is pure nightmare material... but it's
> nothing compared to the display of robotic blond toddlers in
> front of the supermarket. These are all blond girls in angel
> costumes who perform some pseudo-festive action (playing the
> violin, wiggling their wings, whatever) repetitively,
> silently, obsessively all day. Apart from the broken one who
> just shivers. At least I hope she's broken because robotic
> toddlers are scary enough, it would take a truly sick mind
> to program one to stand there shaking.
Yes, especially since it would be cheaper to just hire a real
toddler to stand there shaking.
By the way, Andrew, over there in Luxembourg, your metres must
only be about half as long as our metres. A twelve-foot, six-inch
tall clown would be more than twice as scary as a six-foot, six-inch
tall clown. (This is because when you double the height of a clown,
you square his scariness. It's The Law Of Scary Squares.)
Yesterday I was in Washington, D.C., wandering around on Bill Clinton's
lawn looking at our national Christmas decorations. (A fence kept me
about a kilometer away from the front of the White House, but I stuck
my camera between the bars and with my telephoto lens I was able to
take a highly magnified picture of these little people walking around
on the roof of the White House. When I got home and looked at the picture,
it was clear that the roof of the White House had two Men In Black on it
who were pointing a large telephoto lens at me while they were trying
to figure out why I was pointing a large telephoto lens at them.)
Anyway, I walked over to the national Christmas tree near the White House.
It's really big, and it has a bunch of fences around it to make it harder
for you to look at it. Also, there is a big pile of logs near the tree
to remind it what will happen to it next month. Just south of it,
outside the fences where I could actually walk over to it, was the
national Hannukah menorah, which was about fifteen feet (five metres) tall.
The candle flames were all big yellow light bulbs, except for the one
that was burned out. Slightly further down the hill was the national
Islamic display, but I couldn't get a good look at it because they were
still unloading it from the back of a pickup truck.
So, the pecking order goes like this:
Christian symbol: 30 feet tall
Jewish symbol: 15 feet tall
Islamic symbol: still under construction, but fits in a truck
There weren't any symbols of Kwanzaa.
I couldn't find a Zen symbol, but maybe it was just invisible.
After I looked at the Christmas decorations (and the decorations for
all those other holidays that happen to exactly coincide with Christmas)
I walked around Washington looking for orange traffic cones and canned
chili. Because those are the most important things to see whenever you're
in another city. (The Museums in Washington can't be any good because
they're all FREE! Also, they're all the same museum: "Oh, it's just
ANOTHER Smithsonian Institution!") I took photos of an orange cone
in front of the White House ("Caution: May contain Bill Clinton!")
and in front of the Washington Monument ("Caution: Monument is sharp!")
and in front of the Capitol ("Caution: Cafeteria is famous for its
overpriced bean soup!") and in front of the Postal Service ("Caution:
May be armed!") and in front of Union Station ("Caution: Flying saucers
may crash through window!") However, I was disappointed because I couldn't
find any orange cones in front of the Internal Revenue Service
(the tax people), except for a guy who was drumming on some empty
plastic buckets that were nailed to some orange cones.
At the airport they didn't have the X-ray screen facing me, so I didn't
get to see what the X-ray pictures of my canned chili looked like as
I took my groceries on the airplane.
-- K.
It's fun to do your grocery
shopping in another state.
Made of _Legos_!
>By the way, Andrew, over there in Luxembourg, your metres must
>only be about half as long as our metres. A twelve-foot, six-inch
>tall clown would be more than twice as scary as a six-foot, six-inch
>tall clown. (This is because when you double the height of a clown,
>you square his scariness. It's The Law Of Scary Squares.)
...The things I _learn_ in this newsgroup! Why don't they teach that in
-grad- school where I might have got some grant money out of it?
>Yesterday I was in Washington, D.C., wandering around on Bill Clinton's
>lawn looking at our national Christmas decorations.
...Pause while I restrain myself from noting a Similarity.
>Anyway, I walked over to the national Christmas tree near the White House.
TRUE STORY: My dad used to work with Frank LaGuisa (sp?), at General Electric,
who used to be the guy every year who designed the lighting they used on that
Xmas tree.
>Also, there is a big pile of logs near the tree
>to remind it what will happen to it next month.
Have they released the drunken college students yet, or are they waiting
until Y2KEve?
> Just south of it,
>outside the fences where I could actually walk over to it, was the
>national Hannukah menorah, which was about fifteen feet (five metres) tall.
>The candle flames were all big yellow light bulbs, except for the one
>that was burned out. Slightly further down the hill was the national
>Islamic display, but I couldn't get a good look at it because they were
>still unloading it from the back of a pickup truck.
Where's the national Buddhist, Shinto, and Pagan displays?
Never mind, I think I can take care of the Pagan display myself. IYKWIM.
Applications cheerfully accepted. NO REFUNDS!
>There weren't any symbols of Kwanzaa.
WAAAAAH! The Africa That Never Was was ruined!
>I couldn't find a Zen symbol, but maybe it was just invisible.
Were there any Unitarian question marks?
Why don't the _Episcopalians_ get a symbol? Why? Tell me that!
I'd ask about Elron's symbols but we'd get babble-suited again. So I won't.
(It ought to be a volcano, from what I've read...)
>After I looked at the Christmas decorations (and the decorations for
>all those other holidays that happen to exactly coincide with Christmas)
It's a Point of Power in the calendar, Kibo - that's where you have to
plug it in for the days to flip off one after another like in the movies.
If you plug it in in March, like they used to, you can't -use- electricity
to power your years - you have to burn wood and use a hamster running in
a little wooden wheel.
>I took photos of an orange cone
>in front of the White House ("Caution: May contain Bill Clinton!")
Or Socks!
>and in front of the Postal Service ("Caution: May be armed!")
In another place I read today that the Postal Museum is celebrating
something like Dangerous Mail Through The Ages or somesuch. Sorry about
the quality of this observation - it got dropped into my brane and got wet
and I think it shrunk. And did you-all know "slunk" is a word?
Dave "I has now forgotten utterly where this post started so I'll say OK BYE!"
DeLaney
--
\/David DeLaney d...@panacea.phys.utk.edu "It's not the pot that grows the flower
It's not the clock that slows the hour The definition's plain for anyone to see
Love is all it takes to make a family" - R&P. VISUALIZE HAPPYNET VRbeable<BLINK>
http://panacea.phys.utk.edu/~dbd/ - net.legends FAQ/ I WUV you in all CAPS! --K.
AFAYK it could be the menorah, and there's no jewish one.
> I couldn't find a Zen symbol, but maybe it was just invisible.
>
> After I looked at the Christmas decorations (and the decorations for
> all those other holidays that happen to exactly coincide with Christmas)
Not exactly. except maybe Commercialism day. [symbol: Santa Claus]
> I walked around Washington looking for orange traffic cones and canned
> chili. Because those are the most important things to see whenever you're
> in another city. (The Museums in Washington can't be any good because
> they're all FREE! Also, they're all the same museum: "Oh, it's just
> ANOTHER Smithsonian Institution!") I took photos
Need i say it? gif, please.
< and I have been so bold as to snip much fab KiboProse >
> ("Caution: Flying saucers may crash through window!")
[...]
* sometimes je m'en fou with Outlook Distress really I do.
>So, the pecking order goes like this:
>Christian symbol: 30 feet tall
>Jewish symbol: 15 feet tall
>Islamic symbol: still under construction, but fits in a truck
So, what would the current seasonal Islamic symbol be? A really
cranky Muslim looking at his watch and holding his belly?
--
Joseph M. Bay Boy Genius
Putting the "harm" in the "Molecular Pharmacology" since 1997
Whab ha habsabf mabbb his quietus make Monkey Wrangler
With a bare babkab? Copy Editor
This discrepency between the size of Luxembourg metres and the size of
REAL ones also explains why the Luxembourg probe to Mars was lost.
Actually, I referred to the Law of Scary Squares. Though I _did_ actually
use Shrinking Squares in another context in grad school.
Dave "I trapped cosmic string crossings in them! In _FORTRAN_!" DeLaney
That's easy to prove, because everyone knows that no probe has ever
successfully gone from Luxembourg to Mars. (Besides, I'm not sure they
would have enough room to stand back from the rocket as it takes off.)
Someday I hope there's a war between Luxembourg, Monaco, Rhode Island,
and The Vatican. Unfortunately, I think Rhode Island would win because
their enemies would be confused because RHODE ISLAND ISN'T AN ISLAND!!!
And, David, they also don't teach about the silent "e" in grade school,
just so that we can put "grad school" on our resumes at age 8.
-- K.
I made my first million
before I was eight.
Or was it vice versa?
>and in front of Union Station ("Caution: Flying saucers
>may crash through window!")
Union Station has windows? Gollee.
Did you see the bum that hangs around outside. ('The' bum. Singular).
Oh and that shop that sells political bumper stickers makes me want to pee my
pants in terror.
--
Remove one aol.com to email
"Someday, Nick Bensema will be too cheap to meter." - Joe Bay
But it IS still a PLANTATION!!1!!1! Got dem field han's out dere
harbestin' dat terbaccy. Yowza.
--
Jim the Dead Overseer
Don't forget Andorra and San Marino! or Gilbratar! [really a country, it's on the map in an atlas i read. it consists of the african
coastline to the straits of gilbratar.
Ha! We fooled you! DC isn't even a state!
So, did you go to Giant or to Safeway?
It was very carefully explained to me that there were two famous Safeways
in DC. There was the Social Safeway in Georgetown, where all the single
policy geeks went to flirt with each other, and there was the Soviet
Safeway in (some other neighborhood that was never made very clear to
me, but I think it was in SW) that had very long lines.
--
"This is my one day off--I want a talking girl." -- Emmet Ray
>There was the Social Safeway in Georgetown, where all the single
>policy geeks went to flirt with each other,
You can't flirt in a Safeway! Are you crazy? It's geographically mandated that
all Safeway customers stay one mile away from all forms of human contact, even
the cashiers. It's not just the rule, it's a law of SafewayPhysics!
>TRUE STORY: My dad used to work with Frank LaGuisa (sp?), at General Electric,
>who used to be the guy every year who designed the lighting they used on that
>Xmas tree.
Is there anyone on this newsgroup whose dad DIDN'T work for
General Electric?
So it goes.
Kibo never used the evil corporate motto I thought up:
"We're out to get you good things!" So I have dibs, OK?
--
Matt McIrvin http://world.std.com/~mmcirvin/
IIRC, my mom was one of the test groups for the new Coke formula.
Until AH is bought by Hasbro, which occured last year. I think
WW 0.0001 would be a good title for the semi-comatose Pasific Rim
Publishing "Just plain wargames" line, alongside 'space nazi's from
hell' (by the designer of 'kill the commie bastards'). IANMTU.
--
Robert Lindsay, NASA - Goddard, Greenbelt MD rlin...@seadas.gsfc.nasa.gov
"This whole business of killing bugs to be cool on the Internet is Grace
Hopper's legacy." -J. "Kibo" Parry, USENET, Sep 24, 1999 Why not me?
#include <standard_disclaimer.h> 301-286-9958 ISTJ -REM
Nope, sorry. My Dad worked for the Triangle Conduit and Cable Company.
Though his dad did invent a way to continuously weld and coil thinwall
shielded conduit. And the company.
--- Joe M.
>In article <83l5q5$78r$1...@penn.dii.utk.edu>, d...@panacea.phys.utk.edu
>(David DeLaney) wrote:
>
>>TRUE STORY: My dad used to work with Frank LaGuisa (sp?), at General Electric,
>>who used to be the guy every year who designed the lighting they used on that
>>Xmas tree.
>
>Is there anyone on this newsgroup whose dad DIDN'T work for
>General Electric?
Uh, lets see... on my birth certificate my father's occupation is listed as
"Solderer for GE".
Oh, my dear Lord.
This whole a.r.k. thing has been ordained since MY BIRTH.
Excuse me, I have to go hide in the closet for awhile.
--Terri
--
http://www.sound.net/~twillis
>My dad worked for practically every utillity company on the East Coast.
>
>IIRC, my mom was one of the test groups for the new Coke formula.
BURN THE WITCH!
--Terri
--
http://www.sound.net/~twillis
:The 2-metre (12 foot 6) sad clown they have this year
:instead of a Santa is pure nightmare material... but it's
:nothing compared to the display of robotic blond toddlers in
:front of the supermarket. These are all blond girls in angel
:costumes who perform some pseudo-festive action (playing the
:violin, wiggling their wings, whatever) repetitively,
:silently, obsessively all day. Apart from the broken one who
:just shivers. At least I hope she's broken because robotic
:toddlers are scary enough, it would take a truly sick mind
:to program one to stand there shaking.
This is my favorite post of the week.
Jaffo
--
"Christmas is the time of year when people of all religions
come together to worship Jesus Christ." -- Bart Simpson
>IIRC, my mom was one of the test groups for the new Coke formula.
K00L! Did she get the psychic powers, or the ability to stick to teflon??
--
//\ ICQ: 26175196
(/__\
/). \.
/
I got you guys beat... my late father worked for General Electric for 35 years
(as a steam-turbine engineer)... at their original plant in... SCHENECTADY.
-- K.
Fortunately, it wasn't at
their nuclear research lab
in Niskayuna, which caused
Niskayuna to have more PhDs
per capita than anywhere else
in the U.S., because then I
would have become a NERD.
My father is an English professor. I always knew I was different...
-B. (grandfathers were entrepreneur and minister...)
--
nu...@best.com | "When naked, a transaction is retried when
| bus time is available." --USB 1.1 Spec
>>IIRC, my mom was one of the test groups for the new Coke formula.
>
>K00L! Did she get the psychic powers, or the ability to stick to teflon??
Actually, no. She gained the power to cook meals that have exactly one item in
them that I hate.
All moms have that power. and the uncontrollable urge to put double helpings of that item on your plate and force you to eat every
bite.
YF the <music sting>
Well, you definitely have me beat as I checked with the Momster and it
turns out I was wrong for the first time ever. Dad soldered for Western
Electric, not General Electric.
On the plus side, I can quit hiding in the closet (for now).
--Terri
Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/
Before you buy.
>Is there anyone on this newsgroup whose dad DIDN'T work for
>General Electric?
My dad didn't work for General Electric!!! Neither did my grandfather! My
family has a proud tradition of not working for General Electric!!!!!....
Wait a minute, that makes me a freak, doesn't it.
Don't MAKE me post more angstful poetry...
>mmci...@world.std.com (Matt McIrvin) writes:
>
>> Is there anyone on this newsgroup whose dad DIDN'T work for
>> General Electric?
>
>Kenneth O. Holmes -- General Electric, Syracuse, NY, 1959-1982. Radar
>and guidance equipment, basically.
From about 1969-1983, give or take a couple of years, my dad worked for
General Electric Information Services Company. If you do a Usenet archive
search you'll probably find several descriptions of my early programming
experiences with the engineering cluster there.
GEISCO had some big clusters of Honeywell mainframes, and a staff that
administered and maintained them, and a lot of software, much of it
home-grown, that ran on them. Their product was the use of these
machines, mostly by large corporations that used them for things like
bookkeeping. They had a network that connected the clusters in Ohio,
Maryland, and Holland, but the network wasn't really the product, the use
of the computers was.
My dad was a programmer there. His most famous creation was a utility for
recovering mangled GECOS disk volumes, called FINDCAT, because finding
the catalog was the one thing it did before he added all the other features.
Eventually PCs came along and GEISCO got flattened. They managed to dust
themselves off a little later and turn into an online service (GEnie), but
that is, I think, gone now.
..Do any of them use the sound-effect "KABOOM!!!!"? Just curious.
Dave "some of my earliest memories of experiences with computers are playing
with the chaff-dots that got punched out of the paper tapes" DeLaney
--
\/David DeLaney posting from d...@vic.com "It's not the pot that grows the flower
> Is there anyone on this newsgroup whose dad DIDN'T work for
> General Electric?
Nope. Daddy never had nothing to do with GE, but he did disassemble
bombs and heavy artillery for the US Army. Hope that's good for
something.
--
"I often wet my socks"
-- Archimedes Plutonium,
KING OF SCIENCE!!11!!1!
2 metres being 78 plus inches, would be a lot closer to 6 foot 6
inches. HTH
>>mmci...@world.std.com (Matt McIrvin) writes:
>
>> Is there anyone on this newsgroup whose dad DIDN'T work for
>> General Electric?
>
>Nope. Daddy never had nothing to do with GE, but he did disassemble
>bombs and heavy artillery for the US Army. Hope that's good for
>something.
The Army Materiel Command?
*Both* of my grandfathers worked for the Army Materiel Command.
Arsenal of democracy + General Electric = Kibology!
>>
>>Nope. Daddy never had nothing to do with GE, but he did disassemble
>>bombs and heavy artillery for the US Army. Hope that's good for
>>something.
>The Army Materiel Command?
>*Both* of my grandfathers worked for the Army Materiel Command.
>Arsenal of democracy + General Electric = Kibology!
My dad used to write software for the DoD. I guess
I too am part of the Military-Industrial-Kibological
complex. Yikes.
--
Joseph M. Bay Boy Genius
Putting the "harm" in the "Molecular Pharmacology" since 1997
To vr, or niw tp ne -- thop is thi quesnot. Monkey Wrangler
"Good government is no substitute for self government" - M. Gandhi
Hrmm. My dad was a nuclear engineer and surface warfare officer in the
US Navy.
But it's very possible that GE built his reactors. And his engines and
turbines and so forth.
--
"Can't you people only steal the brainwaves that AREN'T in the
sarcastic half of my brain?" -James "Kibo" Parry <ki...@world.std.com>
Point No Point: http://www.geocities.com/sunburn57_2000/log.html
=== Louis Nick III alt.religion.louis-nick sun...@seanet.com ===
Actually, I know a guy who was a subscriber to GEnie during its rebirth
around '95. It eventually collapsed into near nothing, but programmers
and users cannibalized the one useful piece of software that came with
it, a little text editor called...
GEmacs. I'm Paul Harvey.