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Just so! Seems like 90+ percent of the comments on weight issues have to do with food and very little with burning off what we eat through physical activity. As far as I know, they're two sides of the same coin and I wonder why we don't talk more about ramping up exercise instead of cutting down on what we eat. Maybe it has to do with time commitments. It would take me less than a minute to avoid that Big Mac, medium fries and medium Coke. But, if I ate it, it might take me three hours and ten miles to walk it off. That's if I burned 100 calories a mile, which I think is about average. But I don't think it would take that long in practice. Every few months, I go to A&W on a Tuesday when the special is two huge Papa Burgers, two orders of fries and two big root beers. I think that's pretty close to two thousand calories and, theoretically, I'd have to walk twenty miles to burn that off. I'm good for two or three miles most days and it seems like the weight falls off in a few days. So, as @AdamSmith says, I think exercise is as fruitful a way to control weight as dieting, which has rarely been successful for me. Even a small amount of dieting makes me feel deprived whereas a modest amount of exercise doesn't. If I do ever diet again, I'd wait till I hit the lottery and indulge my long-held fantasy of a personal chef. As luck would have it, I came across this guy (so to speak) a couple weeks ago. If I could afford him, I could take care of my diet and exercise in one fell swoop. In fact, I'm feeling a bit exercised right now.

Happy landing! No one will ever find you over here. Even Jimmy Hoffa posts once in a while.

Not to mention a fundamental lack of support.

They'll get a push if Prop D passes. Under Proposition D, storefronts that remain empty for six months or longer will face a tax of $250 per linear foot the first year, increasing to $500 in year two, and $1,000 every year after. The tiered scale is designed to encourage landlords to fill the spaces with new tenants faster.

No wonder I've been getting all those coupons.

He entered the contest emboldened and proud And he gave it no less than his best Yet he earned the support of just half of the crowd While he urned the support of the rest

And perhaps with one more recess to look forward to.

You must be RockHard Calvin’s taking a nap but I’m not busy

Now that this thread is well and truly highjacked, can't help noticing that "sillinesses" is more than a third "s" 's. My previous standard for sibilance had less than a fifth, including a digraph. And thanks for indulging mine.

Exactly what a star would do. I'd love to see a Starwood Do!

Sounds like I may have glossed over my first encounter with Andre. Pathetic may not be pretty, but it brings home the bacon. And props to the OP and fellow posters! Nice to see a five-pager take shape in little over a week.

Do you get the wind up when the organ plays?

You rang? As a paleo-poster on both sites, I've seen them both go through a few eras. Chances are, they'll both continue to evolve. As will we. Through the years, I've only been able to infest one site at a time but try to check in on the other every few weeks. The draw is always the individual posters and it's too bad all my faves don't work out of one location. But I guess it's human nature to want to choose a side. Reminds me of this old wheeze: A guy is shipwrecked and decides he may be stuck for a while. So he uses what he can find to build a house, a small palapa and two synagogues. At long last, he's rescued by a passing boat and, as he's leaving the island, the boat captain asks him why he needs two synagogues. The guy says, "Well, this one here is my synagogue and the other one I wouldn't be caught dead in." PS: In addition to the funny, diverse and knowledgeable posters who hang out here, another nice thing about this site is the excellent collection of smilies. No matter where I'm posting I often link back here for the perfect emoji. OZ sure knows his customers. And, happily, vice versa.

Well, gentlemen, I’ve reviewed all your suggestions, run them through the Research Department, considered things from every angle, completed the financial analysis, weighed all the pros and cons, and reached a final decision: I’m not budging.

International House - 1933 (pre-Hayes Code) - Professor Quail descends in a hot-air balloon Hey! Where am I? Woman: Wu-Hu . . . Woo hoo to you sweetheart. Hey, Charlie, where am I? . . . Man: Wu-Hu (removes boutonniere) Don’t let the posey fool you!

Not sure how I missed hearing about the Telharmonium all these years, but I guess better late than never. Also called the Dynamophone by its inventor, Dr. Thaddeus Cahill, this early electric organ is considered the first electromechanical musical instrument. Cahill invented it in 1897, before vacuum tubes were used to generate electrical waveforms and, in fact, before vacuum tubes themselves were even invented. It used a “tonewheel” mounted to an electric motor to generate a waveform in an adjacent electromagnetic coil. The number of nubs on the wheel and the speed of the electric motor determined the frequency of the waveform generated by the coil. While the principal was pretty straightforward, the implementation was not. It took some fairly heavy-duty gear to generate a single frequency. And, since a large number of individual frequencies were required - simultaneously no less - to produce a tune, it makes sense that the Telharmonium was a large device by any standards. The first model that Cahill constructed - the Mark I - weighed seven tons! By the time he got to the Mark II, the beast weighed in at over 200 tons and required 670 kilowatts of electricity to operate! Obviously, Cahill couldn’t easily move it around to find his audiences, and amplifiers hadn’t been invented yet, so his idea was to transmit the sound produced by the Telharmonium over the telephone system which was just getting going around this time. There weren’t any loudspeakers then either, so Cahill figured he’d send a full ampere of current down the line to each telephone and get the earpiece vibrating so loudly that the listener didn’t even need to pick it up to listen. This, of course, begat its own set of problems, crosstalk in particular, so that early telephone users would sometimes hear strange musical sounds interfering with their voice calls. One story has it “that a New York businessman, infuriated by the constant network interference, broke into the building where the Telharmonium was housed and destroyed it, throwing pieces of the machinery into the Hudson river below.” For a while, around the turn of the century, Cahill leased a space at 39th and Broadway and gave live performances of his invention, while sending the music down the telephone wires to those who were interested in hearing it, as well as to some who were not interested in hearing it. Sadly, no recordings of the Telharmonium exist today and Cahill’s brother scrapped whatever remnants of the device remained in 1950. But the tonewheel mechanism and Cahill's designs formed the basis for the original Hammond organ four decades later. By that time, vaccuum tubes, electronic amplifiers and loudspeakers had been invented and Cahill’s original ideas lived on and thrived. By the way, a two hundred ton instrument would be about the equivalent of a hundred Honda Civics in mass. Dr. Cahill was nothing if not committed to getting his music out to the public.

Good thing too. There have been a number of Major Assholes over the years, but they seem to get drummed out of the corps before they ever make it to Colonel. I dimly recall a Brigadier General Asshole who served briefly on the Southern flank, but he was such a raging bottom that OZ had to cashier him before all his troops deserted. If we ever do manage to attract someone with more than one star, you can be pretty sure he’ll pop up in the Politics Forum, so check there when you find yourself ready to deal. In the meantime, please feel free to send me a private with any other asshole-related questions.

Also useful when shifting positions.

Loved him then, loved him now. One of my favorite songs on that album is My Home Town. Though I've heard minor variations of the fifth verse. In the clip above, it's That fellow was no fool Who taught our Sunday School And neither was our kindly Parson Brown (We're recording tonight so I'll have to leave this line out) In my home town But, on the album, the fourth line changes: That fellow was no fool Who taught our Sunday School And neither was our kindly Parson Brown (I guess I better leave this line out just to be on the safe side) In my home town I guess it's possible that Lehrer never wrote a fourth line and left it up to the listener to imagine the kindly Parson's particular perversion. But I've always wondered if he had described some distinct depravity in his original lyrics. If I recall, AdamSmith, you yourself once hobnobbed with Lehrer and stood inches away while he sang. Do you happen to know if there is indeed a fourth line, and recall what it is? A long shot, I know, though it can't hurt to ask.

It takes me so long to come up with a couplet I can’t pay the rent on this lousy old sublet I need something catchy that’s better than prose Some sort of a gymmick where anything goes My friend AdamSmith says a slant rhyme will do With a hit or miss rhythm up which one cannot screw I think he may have it, I’ll give it a try If he’s right, I’ll be faymous long after I dye

Well, Todd's the real expert on green house gas And he hasn't been hot since Willow was born If it keeps up, we'll just drive over to Russia I think the airport thing was way overblown One day a year we can show him our tanks No, not unless something happens to Mike Pence

The Wart did not know what to do. He did not know whether it would be safe to go up to this knight, for there were so many terrible things in the forest that even the knight might be a ghost. Most ghostly he looked, too, as he hoved meditating on the confines of the gloom. Eventually the boy made up his mind that even if it were a ghost, it would be the ghost of a knight, and knights were bound by their vows to help people in distress. "Excuse me," he said, when he was right under the mysterious figure, "but can you tell me the way back to Sir Ector's castle?" At this the ghost jumped, so that it nearly fell off its horse, and gave out a muffled baaa through its visor, like a sheep. "Excuse me," began the Wart again, and stopped, terrified, in the middle of his speech. For the ghost lifted up its visor, revealing two enormous eyes frosted like ice; exclaimed in an anxious voice, "What, what?"; took off its eyes--which turned out to be hornrimmed spectacles, fogged by being inside the helmet; tried to wipe them on the horse's mane--which only made them worse; lifted both hands above its head and tried to wipe them on its plume; dropped its lance; dropped the spectacles; got off the horse to search for them--the visor shutting in the process; lifted its visor; bent down for the spectacles; stood up again as the visor shut once more, and exclaimed in a plaintive voice, "Oh, dear!" The Wart found the spectacles, wiped them, and gave them to the ghost, who immediately put them on (the visor shut at once) and began scrambling back on its horse for dear life. When it was there it held out its hand for the lance, which the Wart handed up, and, feeling all secure, opened the visor with its left hand, and held it open. It peered at the boy with one hand up-- like a lost mariner searching for land--and exclaimed, "Ah-hah! Whom have we here, what?" "Please," said the Wart, "I am a boy whose guardian is Sir Ector." "Charming fellah," said the Knight. "Never met him in me life." "Can you tell me the way back to his castle?" "Faintest idea. Stranger in these parts meself." "I am lost," said the Wart. "Funny thing that. Now I have been lost for seventeen years. "Name of King Pellinore," continued the Knight. "May have heard of me, what?" The visor shut with a pop, like an echo to the What, but was opened again immediately. "Seventeen years ago, come Michaelmas, and been after the Questing Beast ever since. Boring, very." "I should think it would be," said the Wart, who had never heard of King Pellinore, nor of the Questing Beast, but he felt that this was the safest thing to say in the circumstances. "It is the Burden of the Pellinores," said the King proudly. "Only a Pellinore can catch it-- that is, of course, or his next of kin. Train all the Pellinores with that idea in mind. Limited eddication, rather. Fewmets, and all that." "I know what fewmets are," said the boy with interest. "They are the droppings of the beast pursued. The harborer keeps them in his horn, to show to his master, and can tell by them whether it is a warrantable beast or otherwise, and what state it is in." "Intelligent child," remarked the King. "Very. Now I carry fewmets about with me practically all the time. "Insanitary habit," he added, beginning to look dejected, "and quite pointless. Only one Questing Beast, you know, so there can't be any question whether she is warrantable or not." - The Once and Future King, T. H. White

Sounds like you may have missed the Priority feature that @TotallyOz installed in the last software upgrade. It’s a pulldown menu that lets you determine your level of notification for new posts. The default is Level 1 and it’s pretty hit-or-miss. I expect that’s what you got. Level 2 makes sure you get a notification within 30 seconds of a new post showing up. Level 3 adds a siren sound which comes through even if your computer or phone is switched off. And Level 4 hooks you into the IPAWS Emergency Alert System and all your connected phone, computer and TV devices will sound off within three seconds of a new post. That’s the one I signed up for and I’m glad I did, as I was following one of @AdamSmith's poop threads at the time. Even so, I’d be reluctant to sign up for Level 5.