I like Dannyinjapan's whacked out theories

DannyinJapan said:
In space, no one can hear you drop a spoon.
"There is no spoon."



debate, disbelief, disembowelment - all are necessary from time to time. Otherwise, we'd all be sitting around wearing the same clothes, having the same children, living in the same house, working the same job, and worst of all, typing the same posts.

phooey to that, I say.
 
munk said:
That's it. I read my post in another thread and saw what I thought was funny could be interpreted as meaness. That was not my message. I don't want to go into 'he said she said, who killed the squirrel?' So I'll just say this;

We're doing fine. Bill's sick and Rusty's been down, and we're doing fine.

I like the fact Dannyinjapan gives us something to talk about. I like the fact you can't count on where his opinion is coming from. He comes from wherever. I don't always agree with him, and think he's finding his way just like the rest of us.

We are doing fine. People are here who've been missed and it's great to see them posting again.

This is too much doo (possibly of dog variety but the lab's closed for Easter) about nothing, other than to say;

We're doing fine, and prayers for Uncle Bill.


munk
That was not my message.
Munk is for chipmunk and nobody killed the squirrel!

I don't want to go into 'he said she said, who killed the squirrel?'
Awww come on, why not?
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Smile and enjoy your friends! :) :) :)
Thanks,
iBear
 
DannyinJapan said:
I want to say that I appreciate being given lattitude to discuss a wide variety of subjects.
If I have abused that priviledge, I apologize.
Thank you Munk.

Yes, there are much more important things to worry about.

Only last night I was up late reading about Brahe and Kepler and thinking:
How the hell does a guy figure out the distance and motion of the planets without anything but some crude instruments and his imagination?
(This was 400 years ago)
Only last night I was up late reading about Brahe and Kepler and thinking:
How the hell does a guy figure out the distance and motion of the planets without anything but some crude instruments and his imagination?
(This was 400 years ago)
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That is a tough one. Indeed, how did he do it? I dunnno!
Zeeks,
iBear
 
Sometimes this Forum reminds me of an Irish brawl. Two guys slug it out until one says, "Enough." Then the winner helps the loser up off the ground, dusts him off and they head off together to a pub and hoist a few. Laugh and sing.

That is just one of the fine things about this pub, er, cantina.

"It is most destructive not to prune a rose bush."


I also like the way so many diverse people from all walks of life and so many different countries can come together and share.
 
45-70 said:
I'd like DIJ more if he'd buy the beer.

(shakes empty beer mug)

Careful, 45-70, shaking an empty beer mug at a ninja is an insult to them,...or was it a mating ritual? either way it's gonna be bad news:D

Jake
 
Steely_Gunz said:
Careful, 45-70, shaking an empty beer mug at a ninja is an insult to them,...or was it a mating ritual? either way it's gonna be bad news:D

Jake


Arrrghh,

Well as long as he buys good beer.
 
"Brahe"--Tycho Brahe has to be one of my fave astronomers of all time. He was hard working, swashbuckling, and worldly, not what most folks think of stargazers today. I like my scientists a bit on the roguish side, like Sir Richard Burton, etc, so I'll share this tidbit on Tycho B:
Tycho Brahe was a pretty good duellist, and accepted and issued many challenges on differences big and small. In one duel (which he won), he lost most of his nose. Being an eccentric, he had a set of different metallic and wood noses made for him so he could be even more flashy than before! What a guy!

Ninja dog dream--My wife had a dream that our dogs were helping her out. in one instance ther was some sort of Jet bike that our terrier could drive, and so she drove herself and our other dog (who apparently is apalling behind the wheel/stick/driving controls of jet bikes) on another bike. I don't remember the rest of the details, except that they had no other special skills other than driving that jet bike.

Gladta be back in the cantina! I promise to bring the W.Q.* waay back up there.
--Ferrous








*Weirdness Quotient
 
Bill Marsh said:
Sometimes this Forum reminds me of an Irish brawl. Two guys slug it out until one says, "Enough." Then the winner helps the loser up off the ground, dusts him off and they head off together to a pub and hoist a few. Laugh and sing.

That is just one of the fine things about this pub, er, cantina.

"It is most destructive not to prune a rose bush."


I also like the way so many diverse people from all walks of life and so many different countries can come together and share.
Good people share ideas, good times and spirited embraces... more or less, in that order, more or less.... I think! Well, we could always leave without the embrace, anyway, if you prefer. Share and share alike.... I always say!

Quite a few good people on this forum, seems to me. I enjoy them all. I especially enjoy those that disagree with me, because then I usually fail to understand their reasoning, but, I really try to understand them anyway... often sharing a joke or an idea they can agree with. Anyway... this is a good place to share!
Thanks,
iBear
 
In space, no one can hear you drop a spoon. -- DannyinJapan
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On earth no one can hear you drop an idea!
Go figure!
iBear
 
You know, Jake, Danny wouldn't challenge the evil senator to a duel.

Instead he would invite her to share a drink with him, and when she wasn't looking, he would pour salt into her beer. If she took a big swig, and then just made an even more horrible face, he would profusely apologize, and buy her another beer.




Personally, I think that the salt in her beer would dehydrate the good senator, seeing as how aliens are more susceptible to water loss...!

But, in any case, Danny would get a beer. Mmmm- beer.

John
 
The Secret of Antigravity...
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If you drop a buttered piece of bread, it will fall on the floor butter-side down. If a cat is dropped from a window or other high and towering place, it will land on it’s feet.

But what if you attach a buttered piece of bread, butter side up to a cat’s back and toss them both out the window? Will the cat land on it’s feet? Or will the butter side splat on the ground?

Even if you are too lazy to do the experiment yourself you should be able to deduce the obvious result. The laws of butterology demand that the butter must hit the ground, and the equally strict laws of feline aerodynamics demand that the cat can not smash it’s furry back. If the combined construct were to land, nature would have no way to resolve this paradox. Therefore, it simply does not fall.

That’s right you clever mortal (well, as clever as a mortal can get), you have discovered the secret of antigravity! A buttered cat will, when released, quickly move to a height where the forces of cat-twisting and butter repulsion are in equilibrium. This equilibrium point can be modified by scraping off some of the butter, providing lift, or removing some of the cat’s limbs, allowing descent.

Most of the civilized species of the Universe already use this principle to drive their ships while within a planetary system. The loud humming heard by most sighters of UFO’s is, in fact, the purring of several hundred tabbies.

The one obvious danger is, of course, if the cats manage to eat the bread off their backs they will instantly plummet.

Of course the cats will land on their feet, but this usually doesn’t do much good, since right after they make their graceful landing several tons of red-hot starship and pissed off aliens crash right on top of them.

And now a few words on solving the problem of creating a ship using the aforementioned anti-gravity device...

One could power a ship by means of cats held in suspended animation (say, about -190 degrees Celsius) with buttered bread strapped to their backs, thus avoiding the possibility of collisions due to temperamental felines. More importantly, how do you steer, once the cats are all held in stasis?

I offer a modest proposal:

We all know that wearing a white shirt at an Italian restaurant is a guaranteed way to take a trip to the Laundromat. Plaster the outside of your ship with white shirts. Place four nozzles symmetrically around the ship, which is, of course, saucer shaped. Fire tomato sauce out in proportion to the direction you want to go. The ship, drawn by the shirts, will automatically follow the sauce. If you use t-shirts, you won’t go as fast as you would by using, say, expensive dress shirts.

This does not work well in deep gravity wells, since the tomato sauce (now falling down a black hole, perhaps) will drag the ship with it, despite the counter force of the anti-gravity cat/butter machine. Your only hope at this point is to jettison enormous quantities of Tide detergent. This will create the well-known Gravitational Tidal Force.
HaW HaW,
Smile,
iBear
 
I finally feel properly qualified to address the issues on a forum topic :)

"A buttered cat will, when released, quickly move to a height where the forces of cat-twisting and butter repulsion are in equilibrium"

Peanut butter works much better than creamery butter due to it's molecular structure. But it's also more volatile (kinda like hydrogen and helium).

"This equilibrium point can be modified by scraping off some of the butter, providing lift, or removing some of the cat’s limbs, allowing descent"

...not quite sir. Hairballs aren't just sexy, they're for balast too :D

"The loud humming heard by most sighters of UFO’s is, in fact, the purring of several hundred tabbies."

...cat abuse isn't confined to the Earth, it's universal :(

"just search for the work of a French guy by the name of Naudin"

Actually 'lifters' were pioneered by cats. Just pet one of us a 1000 times and you'll be able to 'lift' the hair on another human's head just by passing your hand over thier scalp.

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...Apocalypse meow
 
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