[GASP] It’s {insert appropriately dramatic pause} UBER-HIPSTER. We’re DoOoOoOommmeeeddd!!! :eek:
I was posting in this thread on page one. Back before it was cool.
That’s the spirit!
I used to work at a company with a lot of engineers, and they did the same thing. I never quite understood it- they used Excel plenty, but they did a lot of calculating on their old HP calculators.
All I could ever figure is that their mathematical thinking processes were in reverse Polish notation, and it translated to the HP calculators without effort.
I think it’s just convenience. I started out doing programming by writing canned routines for the HP12c financial calculator that were then distributed to loan officers across the country as part of the loan documentation package I helped draft. However today with smart phones and tablets, you can still buy one of these suckers. I guess unlike a smart phone, you can pull it out of your pocket with one hand and w/o even really looking at it, hit a few keys and do the basic routine calculations that you need 80% of the time.
Pants are overrated.
Overrating things is overrated. I haven’t overrated something since 1992. Except when I’m doing it ironically of course.
Razors
Make-up
Love,
Cookies The Happy Hairy Homo
I am an unabashed elitist Straight Dope member.
TIL that elmwood doesn’t use toiletpaper or sheets.
Remind me not to touch elmwood’s mattress (or whatever item is used for sleeping, since I’m sure elmwood doesn’t use something so plebeian as a mattress.)
How is it people continue to use question marks?
They do nothing but make you look like an indecisive, simpering, boney, ignorant, fool.
That’s why I never use the things.
I don’t have wildest dreams. All my dreams have the same degree of wildness. To label them “more wild” or “less wild” would be a closed-minded value judgement.
This is more or less me, except I have allergies. My vehicle and house are paid for.
While I don’t necessarily feel superior, the willingness of some people to rush headlong into the endless abyss of debt has always puzzled me.
Pshaw! I run headlong into every abyss I see. For fun.
Limitations. You are all held back by your mortal bodies, infantile minds, and petty thoughts. I see all, know all, think all, AM ALL.
Just to prove it, I’m typing this on a C64 keyboard on the surface of a star that died ten years before the Big Bang, connected to an 18th century wi-fi channeled through a late 21st century router. It was uploaded four minutes before the first human was born and 12 years after I solved the famous chicken or egg paradox.
My limits are just about six notches above infinity, but 4 dimensions under the Great Noodle.
I have no sense of proportion, boundaries or propriety. I don’t need them. My life is much more interesting than all you boring ordinary shlubs’.
I don’t have any credit cards, outstanding debts or car payments; however, come to think of it, I don’t feel superior about this. Just grateful.