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You people have no sense of humor. I could not chuckle at just one.
Well, these go without saying. Who wouldn't these apply to?- At Christmas, it goes without saying that you will be the one to find the burnt-out bulb in the string.
- You are at an air show and know how fast the skydivers are falling.
- You have more friends on the Internet than in real life.
- You have used coat hangers and duct tape for something other than hanging coats and taping ducts.
- You know what http:// actually stands for.
- You know what the geosynchronous satellite's function is.
What's wrong with white socks and black tennis shoes?- You wear black socks with white tennis shoes (or vice versa).
Not only do these apply, but I still have a Commodore 64 in the garage that's awaiting repairs to the disk drive. (I'm pretty bad at procrastination sometimes).- You have ever saved the power cord from a broken appliance.
- You've ever tried to repair a $5 radio.
There's a real problem with this scenario. You would have to have memorized every star along the zodiac constellations (including the stars in between that don't belong to any of the zodiac constellations) to locate a geosynchronous satellite with the naked eye (it would be the star that doesn't belong). The normal way to locate a geosynchronous satellite is to attach a camera with a prolonged exposure to a telescope. The streaks are stars - the stars that appear stationary are geosynchronous satellites. Hmmm. Actually, if you memorized just one portion of the sky while you were looking at it, after a while you probably would notice that one of the stars in the 'constellation' you memorized has changed places. It would work better on a night with no moon.- You're in the back seat of your car, she's looking wistfully at the moon, and you're trying to locate a geosynchronous satellite.
- You still own a slide rule and you know how to work it.
yomamma said:now that I'm using a different browser, I can see it. ;)
Danger said:And on that note, remember that old songwriters never die... they just decompose.
I lost all my functions quite awhile back.Mathematicians never die; they just lose some of their functions.
But the poor little girl got raped.Atomos said:"Calm yourself, my dear!" said the smooth operator.. "Your fears are purely imaginary."
"i, i, ..." she thought, "Perhaps he's not normal, but homologous."
"What order are you?" the brute suddenly demanded.
"Seventeen," replied Polly.
Curly leered, "I suppose you've never been operated upon?"
"Of course not. I'm absolutely convergent!" Polly replied quite properly.
"Come on," said Curly: "Let's go to decimal place I know of, and I'll take you to the limit."
"Never!" gasped Polly..
"Abscissa!" he swore a violent oath. Coshing her over the coefficient with a log until she was powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities. He stared at her significant places, and began smoothing her points of inflection. Poor Polly Nomial! The algorithm method was now her only hope. She felt him approaching her asymptotic limit. Her convergence would soon be gone forever. There was no mercy; Curly was a heavy side operator. His radius squared itself and Polly's loci quivered. He integrated by parts. He integrated by partial fractions. After he cofactored, he performed Runge-Kutta on her. He even went all the way around and did a contour integration. Curly went on operating until he satisfied her hypotheses, then he exponentiated and became completely orthogonal.
When Polly got home that night, her mother noticed that she was no longer piecewise continuous, but had been truncated in several places. But it was too late to differentiate now. As the months went by, Polly's denominator increased monotonically. Finally, they took her to L'Hopital and generated a small but pathological function which left surds all over the place and drove Polly to deviation.
The moral of this tale is: "If you want to keep your expressions convergent, never allow them a single degree of freedom."
topsquark said:Again, not science...well, maybe psychology?
A husband walks into the bedroom holding two aspirin and a glass of water. His wife asks, "What's that for?"
"It's for your headache."
"I don't have a headache."
He replies, "Gotcha!"
Alkatran said:That took way too long for me to get.
someone explaineax said:I still don't get that joke.
physicsuser said:someone explain