THANK YOU!!! You know, this morning I was listening to NYC public radio (look at my location…oh there is a reason I am listening to New York’s…stay tuned…) and they had a story about a small town in VA. The locals were bitching about the number of Guatemalans that congregate at a day labor site. Although many of the local restaurant owners who were interviewed admitted more business because of this, most of the people interviewed were talking about how scared they were to go near this part of town now. How they have teenage daughters who get whistled at as they walk by (isn’t this a stereotype of laborers of ALL races???) and thus are not allowed anywhere near there.
One man interviewed was complaining about how “they just aren’t like us.” (who the hell is us, pray tell?) “They don’t sit at home and watch tv every night, instead they hang out outdoors and spend money in the shops” (This is almost exactly what he said–just found the segment).
They were not even trying to hide their racism. I felt rather ill while listening to this story. There are many many illegal immigrants in the Twin Cities, and I have not noticed the ones who are busting their ass to get work to be anything but harmless. The people of ANY RACE who are hanging around the streets and not working are potentially a problem. I get the feeling that some things will never change…
Well, this is shaping up to be anything but mini, so I shall cool down a bit and post my other rant later.
No, the answer would be “four.” See, you’ve got red and green and blue, so worst case scenario, your first three choices you pull one of each. Then the fourth one you pick has to be the 2nd red, 2nd green, or 2nd blue, because you only have 3 colors and that’s your 4th bean.
Technically, you’ll never be sure. While at some point the odds are that picking 2 of the same color compared to, say, all of the same color will be a factor of thirty million to 1, you still can’t be sure. Especially considering there is a “pile” of each. There could be 200 reds, 1 blue, and 30 green. 3 reds, 3 blues, 3 greens. Not enough information to tell.
With the second one, I don’t think there is any exact way. It’s the average of both buckets, sure, but you only have two buckets. No liquids to do measuring with. No other measuring devices. Plus, one could have a way larger base and corresponding lack of height, making it impossible to compare visually.
Last night my boyfriend was watching the NBA Finals (or something). This McDonald’s commercial comes on, and it’s two filet’o’fish sandwiches talking to each other. All they say is “Filet’o’fish”, one in American accent and one in a British accent, over and over again. They literally said it like ten or fifteen times. I kept thinking “this has to be the last one” but it just never stopped! I actually had a panic attack (and I am not exaggerating, I got dizzy and started shaking and hyperventilating) I was so disgusted and angry at being forced to watch and listen to such utter dreck. I had to turn the TV off and leave it off for several minutes before I could let my boyfriend turn it back on. I felt like my mind had been raped.
Why the fuck would anyone make such a stupid, stupid, STUPID, pointless, boring, lame annoying, horrible commercial? WHY?? I could burn a McDonald’s franchise down, I was so fucking disturbed.
I think you misread the question. Three colors, one pile of beans. If the first three picks don’t yield a match, the fourth bean will be a match for one of the first three.
Since I don’t have any of my own, I’d like to raz Gabe, because we like him.
No. You can’t make me man.
I dunno. In my decidedly hippie world, anything is better than the four bajillion kids named Mary, John, Joe, Lisa, whatever. And no offense to those folks, some of my favorite people have monikers like that. However, I prefer at least some mild creativity. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t care much for Eelieja Mureennha, but I think Suri is nice. So there.
Eh, conformity is bo-ring. It adds plenty of color to the environment, a living scenario where you can play Where’s Waldo?, and if you’re of that bent, an object lesson in what NOT to do. For being too different is ruining the cool things.
Remember, the question is how many you have to pick to be sure that you have two of the same colour.
For the purpose of the exercise, it doesn’t matter that you MIGHT randomly luck out on, say, two reds as your first two picks (because if you just pick two blindly you don’t know till you look at them if they’re the same or different), and it doesn’t matter if you end up with four greens (because that counts for “having two of the same colour”) - the point is that four is the minimum you can pick blindly and know before you look that there must be two the same somewhere in there.
Clear as mud?
Now I’m just wondering what the job is where random jellybean picking is so important, and they can’t afford proper measuring apparatus to measure out their four gallons of water
“My last relationship didn’t go so well, so I’m taking things easy right now.”
“I enjoy being single.”
“If it happens, then it happens - no use worrying too much about it.”
I know they all sound like cliche excuses to blow a guy off, but god dammit, there’s no fucking rule out there that says I have to be interested in every guy who is interested in me, right??? Besides, they are not “excuses”, they are legitimate feelings I have towards the idea of “relationships” right now, so either get to know me and be a friend, or fuck off!!!
My friend has two incredibly off-putting conversational habits that are going to one day send me over the brink.
He’ll ask if you’ve seen a movie or show, and even when you answer yes, launch into a 15-minute (and I hate people who exaggerate when dealing with accounts of time, so trust me - it’s ACTUALLY often 15-minutes or longer) recounting and retelling of what happened. I’ll often just blurt out “HEY, I said I SAW IT.”
He also is one of those people that just. keeps. talking. without pause, again for 15 minutes at a time. He talks at you, not to you, and even when you try to interject, he’ll just keep talking and steamroll right over whatever you’re trying to chime in with. When you finally get a chance to talk, you can tell he’s not listening to a word you’re saying and is just waiting for the second that he can start up again.
Jodi’s covered the first one. The second one takes a little bit of effort. But it was also a plot point in one of the Die Hard movies, so it’s not really that difficult:
Fill the three gallon bucket with water, then dump it into the five gallon bucket. Fill the three gallon bucket again, and empty it into the other bucket until it is full. Since the five gallong bucket already has three gallons in it, you can only put two more in. Now you’ve got a full five gallon bucket, and a three gallon bucket with only one gallon of water in it. Dump out the five gallon bucket, and pour the one gallon into it from the smaller bucket. Fill the smaller bucket with three gallons, add it to the one gallon in the larger bucket, and you’ve got your four gallons.
In other words, the questions are ridiculously easy. You’ll find variations of both of them in just about any children’s puzzle book.
The answer to this one is, of course, “Put in a DVD of Die Hard With a Vengeance and fast forward to the water fountain scene.”
Or, fill up the 3 gallon bucket with water, pour those 3 gallons into the 5 gallon bucket. Fill up the 3 GB again, pour enough into the 5 GB to fill it. Empty the 5 GB. Pour the last gallon from the 3 GB into the 5 GB. Fill up the 3 GB again. That leaves you with 3 gallons in the 3 GB and 1 in the 5 GB. If you’re Bruce Willis or Samuel L. Jackson, you’ll have to pour the 3 gallons into the 5 GB and put that on the scale.
I’m not sure if that’s how they did it in the movie (you only saw the end of the bucket-pouring), so there might be more than one way.
I really only intended to post the first sentance, but then thought people might want to really know how to do it.
On preview: Damn, Miller beat me. I take too long to type.
An alternate solution:
Fill the 5 gallon jug.
Pour as much as you can into the 3 gallon jug, leaving 2 in the 5 gallon jug.
Empty the 3 gallon jug.
Pour the 2 from the 5 gallon jug into the 3 gallon jug.
Fill the 5 gallon jup.
Pour as much as you can into the 3 gallon jug.
This leaves 4 in the 5 gallon jug.
Ah darn. The jelly beans and buckets have been solved. Guess I’ll just have to rant then.
So many variations… Where to start.
Asshat 1. You got on the elevator and looked at the buttons. The floor you want is already lit. Cool. So why the fuck did you push it again? Maybe you thought the light was stuck on? The elevator was playing some wierd joke on you? What?
Asshat 2. Why are you vigorously pummeling the button 10 or 15 times? It acknowledged your existence the first time you pushed it. Let me clue you in. There is no secret turbo mode engaged by using the super-secret pummel the button technique that will make the car rocket to your destination. Nor will it bybass everyone else’s floor to drop you off first.
One of these days you will do this before I’ve had sufficient coffee and my last nerve will snap. I will flay you alive and make asshat hats for all my Doper friends.
kicks the buckets over and grabs a handfull of jellybeans
Yes, I do contribute to the CCJ so don’t even go there.
Dear skunks - I realize that hunting for food is a major hassle for you. However, the food in the feeder on the front porch is for the cats, not for you. Thanks to your big mouths, there are now FIVE of you that show up every evening looking for some easy grub. Now you’re getting mad that we put away the food before you get here. Spraying won’t solve anything. One of these nights your little scentapalooza is going to annoy my wife enough that she’ll let me sit on the porch with the .22 pistol. You really don’t want that to happen. Because I will cap your asses in a second if I ever get permission.
To the customer who hands a “Keep The Ten Commandments In Our Schools” tract to you right after you give him his change:
Stop it.
Now.
To the four adult customers IN A ROW, tonight, none of them particularly elderly, or children, and thus having no excuse, who each held up a debit card and said helplessly, “I dunno how this works”:
I had to walk around the end of the mini-gondola and help you work your debit cards. You are adults. Don’t get a debit card if you can’t learn how to use it.
And this goes DOUBLE for yer frickin’ Link card: if the taxpayers of the state of Illinois are going to pony up for your free junk food and cigarettes, the least you could do is learn how to work the damn card. There was a CLASS for this down at Social Services that you took, when they gave you the card, remember? Little kids come in here and know how to use their Link card. Figure it out.
Three colors, four beans: One bean must be the same color as one of the others.
It adds plenty of color to the environment, a living scenario where you can play Where’s Waldo?, and if you’re of that bent, an object lesson in what NOT to do. For being too different is ruining the cool things. 