Excruciating. It rune-d my day...
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"God does not play dice" -- Einstein
"Not only does God play dice, he sometimes throws
them where they can't be seen." -- Stephen Hawking
And hopefully, in the future you Take Steps to avoid repeating it.
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A neutron walks into a bar; he asks the bartender,
"How much for a beer?" The bartender looks at him,
and says "For you, no charge." -- GooberMcFly on Fark
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Ok, what's the Stupidest Thing You've Ever Done, that you will admit to?
Here is my third-worst example:
In 1990 (roughly), I was working for a company that had two internal
networks. The old network was seriously innovative, in its day (Z net?), but
the new one was faster and better (probably Ethernet). I had two computers,
the old one (on the old network) and the new one (on the new network, of
course). And I had loads of files on the old computer, that I wanted on the
new one.
There were servers that both networks could see, but most of them were tiny,
and they were crammed full of essential stuff. How to transfer my files?
Then I remembered that the company email system was ubiquitously available
(mapped everywhere as drive I: ), and because it was important, it always
had a lot of space. I went to drive i:, created my temp directory, and
copied the files. Job well done. I copied the files to the new computer, on
the new network.
New computer - woohoo! I mapped my "transfer drive" I:, and proceeded to
delete everything from I:\...
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["rm *" in the wrong directory]
In HS, I was in the all-singing, all-dancing troupe (I didn't dance, I was
the keyboard player). One day we had a gig at a nearby school, so we drove.
Into my hatchback went the drum kit and a human "D", wedged in the "trunk"
among the drums. At the time I was reasonably proficient at swinging a
FWD car through 90°(or more) by temporarily yanking the parking brake
just after giving the car some rotational momentum while driving on a
low-friction surface. (You see where this is going.)
My choice of "low-friction surface" that day was the bit of
recently-rained-on grass beside the road. In general, grass is a poor
choice for that maneuver because it tends to clump up, and may either peel
the tire off the wheel or flip the car. That time, it made the car
bounce twice on the RH side (causing the drum kit to squash poor D) and
flattening the RR tire. It put grass stains on the sidewall too.
So there I am, in a tux, replacing the RR tire with the spare _quickly_
when my chorus director drives by. Thankfully, he just inquired about
my state and progress and didn't emerge to help.
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-eben QebWe...@vTerYizUonI.nOetP royalty.mine.nu:81
TAURUS: You will never find true happiness - what you gonna
do, cry about it? The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up,
do a bunch of stuff and then go back to sleep. -- Weird Al
Excellent example. In both your post and and mine, in retrospect, it's
pretty obvious what is going to happen.
Ouch; I hope the drums survived.
A
[Replying to Hactar via Alan J's post, because Hactar's didn't make it
for some reason.]
OK, dumb moments in musicians' lives #42,583:
I had a one-off gig with a jazz band at the old Royal Station Hotel
here (you don't know the place, but I give the name to show how grand
a place it was.) I was playing piano. It was a black-tie dinner
function thing, very formal and proper.
The stage was a bit small, so the (upright) piano was near the edge;
as I sat on the stool, the edge of the stage was a few inches behind
me. Not to worry; a rubber trim ran round the edge, which stopped the
seat from sliding off. I tested that, and it was fine. No accidents
waiting to happen here.
Most of the stuff the band was playing I knew by heart, but then the
leader called a tune I wasn't so sure of. No problem: I had the sheet
music on top of the piano, so I stood up to get it.
As I stood up, the backs of my legs knocked the stool, which toppled
over the trim and down to the dance floor several feet below. I was
probably the only one in the room who didn't notice.
When I sat down a couple of seconds later, of course, I went over the
edge. It could have been pretty nasty - that was quite a drop onto
one's coccyx - but luckily I was unhurt except for pride. In fact, I
couldn't stop laughing.
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Drums and passenger only received expected wear & tear. Heh.
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is left as an exercise for your kill-file." -- Bertil Jonell
And thus, the concept of the moshpit was born.
P'raps he thought it was a WWE event.
I once got the autograph of an Elvis impersonator. He signed it
“Elvis”, not with his real name. I’m not sure why exactly, but for
some reason that makes it seem even worse.
I wasn’t the only one doing it. I was just standing and saw a group
of other people getting autographs and I guess just by instinct I
thought that if other people wanted one I should too. I blame peer
pressure
It wasn’t until I got back to my seat that I realized what I had done
When I was 16 my mom made me sign a autograph for someone using someone
else's name.
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If there's a nuclear winter, at least it'll snow.
How do you know he was not called Elvis?
> When I was 16 my mom made me sign a autograph for someone using
> someone else's name.
At least she didn't make you turn your head around 360 degrees.
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The best darn penguin in all of Usenet
My mom made my brother send an old lady flowers for her birthday, using
his own first name (which happened to coincide with the old lady's
estranged son's first name, so it was at least technically not dishonest.)
Xho
He was actually supposed to be related to him - cousin or somethng. It
was Elvis night at the ballpark
>Lesmond (les...@verizon.net) wrote:
>
>> When I was 16 my mom made me sign a autograph for someone using
>> someone else's name.
>
>At least she didn't make you turn your head around 360 degrees.
No, not quite that far.
> On Nov 29, 7:47ᅵam, "Tony Myers www.sedatedape.com (A many splendored
> thing )" <sedated...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>>> Ok, what's the Stupidest Thing You've Ever Done, that you will admit to?
>>
>> I once got the autograph of an Elvis impersonator. ᅵHe signed it
>> ᅵElvisᅵ, not with his real name. ᅵIᅵm not sure why exactly, but for
>> some reason that makes it seem even worse.
>
> How do you know he was not called Elvis?
>
Actually, he probably was called "Elvis".