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I don't mean to seem relevant, but I wonder how I got involved in this thread... anyone know?
My 1,960th post. The same year I was born--1960. To commemorate this occasion, I offer up this:
Post number 400 for me. Such a coincidence because my dad was 40 once and I'll be 40 in just over half a decade and 40 X 10 = 400.
Coincidences are spooky.
lolwut?
That sweater rocks! 
Glad you like it. I knitted it myself.
I truly do knit, and if I wanted to, I can knit that sweater. No lie!
That sweater rocks!
A duck walks into a bar and says to the bartender, "Got any oranges?"
Bartender says, "No, and I don't serve ducks. Get the hell out of my bar."
Next day, the duck comes in again. "Got any oranges?"
Bartender, face getting red, says "No, I told you yesterday I don't have any oranges, and I told you to get out of my bar. Get out and stay out!"
Of course, the duck comes back in the next day and asks the bartender, "Got any oranges?"
Bartender, fuming, says, "No! Get out now! And if you come into my bar one more time asking for oranges, I'm going to nail your bill to this bar!"
Next day, duck comes in and says, "Got any nails?"
"No."
"Got any oranges?"
Bartender says, "No, and I don't serve ducks. Get the hell out of my bar."
Next day, the duck comes in again. "Got any oranges?"
Bartender, face getting red, says "No, I told you yesterday I don't have any oranges, and I told you to get out of my bar. Get out and stay out!"
Of course, the duck comes back in the next day and asks the bartender, "Got any oranges?"
Bartender, fuming, says, "No! Get out now! And if you come into my bar one more time asking for oranges, I'm going to nail your bill to this bar!"
Next day, duck comes in and says, "Got any nails?"
"No."
"Got any oranges?"
Phinnaeus Gage, no, I don't recall the story of the redneck, jeep and the dog? Care to remind us?
Here's another Darwin award (perhaps not a true story) that Pretcher read to an audience of technical analysts as an attempt to describe the ups and downs of market sentiment. This man was in an accident at work, so he filled out an insurance claim. The insurance company contacted him and asked for more information. This was his response:
http://www.darwinawards.com/legends/legends1998-08.html
Here's another Darwin award (perhaps not a true story) that Pretcher read to an audience of technical analysts as an attempt to describe the ups and downs of market sentiment. This man was in an accident at work, so he filled out an insurance claim. The insurance company contacted him and asked for more information. This was his response:
http://www.darwinawards.com/legends/legends1998-08.html
Quote
"I am writing in response to your request for additional information, for block number 3 of the accident reporting form. I put 'poor planning' as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient. I am an amateur radio operator and on the day of the accident, I was working alone on the top section of my new 80-foot tower. When I had completed my work, I discovered that I had, over the course of several trips up the tower, brought up about 300 pounds of tools and spare hardware. Rather than carry the now unneeded tools and material down by hand, I decided to lower the items down in a small barrel by using the pulley attached to the gin pole at the top of the tower. Securing the rope at ground level, I went to the top of the tower and loaded the tools and material into the barrel. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow decent of the 300 pounds of tools."
"You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh only 155 pounds. Due to my surprise of being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming down. This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of tools hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel."
"Devoid of the weight of the tools, the barrel now weighed approximately 20 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, and the lacerations of my legs and lower body. The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of tools and, fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the tools, in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel 80 feet above me, I again lost my presence of mind. I let go of the rope..."
"You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh only 155 pounds. Due to my surprise of being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming down. This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of tools hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel."
"Devoid of the weight of the tools, the barrel now weighed approximately 20 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, and the lacerations of my legs and lower body. The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of tools and, fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the tools, in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel 80 feet above me, I again lost my presence of mind. I let go of the rope..."
@netrin
I remember reading that years ago. Still funny! My favorite Darwin Award has always been about the Rednecks with the brand new Jeep and The Dog. Remember The Dog, netrin? It was a Labrador Retriever.
I remember reading that years ago. Still funny! My favorite Darwin Award has always been about the Rednecks with the brand new Jeep and The Dog. Remember The Dog, netrin? It was a Labrador Retriever.
Just because it's off topic does not mean posts should be not be interesting.
source: http://www.darwinawards.com/legends/legends1998-16.html
At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS, President Dr. Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the story:
On March 23,1994 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten story building intending to commit suicide. He left a note to that effect, indicating his despondency. As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window which killed him instantly.
Neither the shooter nor the descender was aware that a safety net had been installed just below at the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.
"Ordinarily," Dr. Mills continued, "a person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide."
That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands. The room on the ninth floor, whence the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window, striking Mr. Opus.
When one intends to kill subject A but kills subject B in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject B. When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant. They both said they thought the shotgun was unloaded. Thed old man said it was his long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, the gun had been accidentally loaded.
The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.
Now comes the exquisite twist. Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window. The son had actually murdered himself so the medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.
source: http://www.darwinawards.com/legends/legends1998-16.html
At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS, President Dr. Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the story:
On March 23,1994 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten story building intending to commit suicide. He left a note to that effect, indicating his despondency. As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window which killed him instantly.
Neither the shooter nor the descender was aware that a safety net had been installed just below at the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.
"Ordinarily," Dr. Mills continued, "a person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide."
That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands. The room on the ninth floor, whence the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window, striking Mr. Opus.
When one intends to kill subject A but kills subject B in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject B. When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant. They both said they thought the shotgun was unloaded. Thed old man said it was his long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, the gun had been accidentally loaded.
The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.
Now comes the exquisite twist. Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window. The son had actually murdered himself so the medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.
Looking at the news today on TV, same as usual there's good and so many bad news.
We the cops from the 1 percent are,
putting kids behind iron bars.
Mindlessly, forcefully, just we
following orders are.
O spray of pepper, stick of night,
guns with rubber bullets flight.
Heads are bleeding, cops proceeding
to deprive us of our rights.
(snipped image)
putting kids behind iron bars.
Mindlessly, forcefully, just we
following orders are.
O spray of pepper, stick of night,
guns with rubber bullets flight.
Heads are bleeding, cops proceeding
to deprive us of our rights.
(snipped image)
This is odd. I searched for one of those Jack Webb PSA commercials 'Call a Friend...Call a Cop' videos, and came up empty-handed. In fact, I'm surprised to not even find search results for the PSA.
We the cops from the 1 percent are,
putting kids behind iron bars.
Mindlessly, forcefully, just we
following orders are.
O spray of pepper, stick of night,
guns with rubber bullets flight.
Heads are bleeding, cops proceeding
to deprive us of our rights.
putting kids behind iron bars.
Mindlessly, forcefully, just we
following orders are.
O spray of pepper, stick of night,
guns with rubber bullets flight.
Heads are bleeding, cops proceeding
to deprive us of our rights.
My 384th post...
I got nothin'
Congrats Phinnaeus!
I got nothin'
Congrats Phinnaeus!
My 1,960th post. The same year I was born--1960. To commemorate this occasion, I offer up this:
Does this need updated?: https://bitcointalksearch.org/topic/new-to-bitcoin-start-here-7269
Due to my nature, when I log onto BT, I first check to see what's happening in off-topic, hoping to find a thread or two to inject humor, thereby, hopefully, lightening the reader's day. Then head to Meta. From there, Discussion, of which, by that time, I'm in a more serious mode, but always on the lookout to inject humor, but being ultra careful to stay on-topic. Now that I've created and maintain Bitcoin100, I must be über-careful in my postings, for fear of alienating or losing pledgers.
On my recent trip to Northern Wisconsin, I snapped a photo of this sign. I don't mine, otherwise I would have found an opportunity to post this image in some mining thread. Enjoy!
On my recent trip to Northern Wisconsin, I snapped a photo of this sign. I don't mine, otherwise I would have found an opportunity to post this image in some mining thread. Enjoy!
Meh, this post seems just a tiny bit ON-topic.
Due to my nature, when I log onto BT, I first check to see what's happening in off-topic, hoping to find a thread or two to inject humor, thereby, hopefully, lightening the reader's day. Then head to Meta. From there, Discussion, of which, by that time, I'm in a more serious mode, but always on the lookout to inject humor, but being ultra careful to stay on-topic. Now that I've created and maintain Bitcoin100, I must be über-careful in my postings, for fear of alienating or losing pledgers.
On my recent trip to Northern Wisconsin, I snapped a photo of this sign. I don't mine, otherwise I would have found an opportunity to post this image in some mining thread. Enjoy!
On my recent trip to Northern Wisconsin, I snapped a photo of this sign. I don't mine, otherwise I would have found an opportunity to post this image in some mining thread. Enjoy!
This is not a bump. If it was a bump, then this thread would now be on the top. If this thread is now at the top, it's because theymos put it there so that others could post off-topic.
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Nice bump, JW!
This is not a bump. If it was a bump, then this thread would now be on the top. If this thread is now at the top, it's because theymos put it there so that others could post off-topic.
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