Re: Alken-Maes
Darn! There goes Grimbergen. Oh well, never mind.
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International beer brewers' congress. After a day of meetings and stuff some of the guys meet at the local pub. The guy from Anheuser-Bush orders a Bud. The guy from Heineken orders, obviously, a Heineken. And the guy from Alken-Maes orders a coke. Noticing the puzzlement of the Anheuser and Heineken brewers, he answers "well, I thought since you ain't drinking beer I wouldn't neither."
I'm lucky if I can get adequate reception to make a local call without having to lean from the upstairs toilet window
You've even got an upstairs toilet. With window. Where I come from, we have a shovel and the woods. A good dump is when you don't have to fend off the bears with the shovel.
Too soon! Get some voodoo people over to send a wake up call and bring him back to breath. Too bad he committed suicide but I guess it'd be an omen. Does anyone know if he took poison? Someone should have taken him to the hospital. Since he was found at home I can only guess he didn't crash full throttle in a diesel powered car doing hyperspeed.
If it's going to be a cremation, I'd suggest to succeed Firestarter with Fuel My Fire and Heat.
I might have been nasty here but we all don't live forever. If this resonates with you, give me a signal - I'm off to Ibiza.
I got to know No Good in night clubs in 1994 but it took me quite a while to realise this was by The Prodigy. And quite similar happened with One Love - the first time I came across it was in one of the Pink Floyd trance remixes, probably Atom Heart Mother or Wish You Were Here, where it was sampled in in one of the songs. Only far into the 2010s I found this was actually Prodigy.
And both not so much their typical style as the other, already mentioned and more popular pieces.
no R.I.P. icon?
I wish I didn't know what you are talking about. Unfortunately, this is not that case at all. Just to add to this misery, every time I placed a (hot) pan on the touch controls, the cooker would shut off and lock. Being locked means that you have to press two buttons touch controls simultaneously for about 5 seconds. Believe me, 5 seconds is an awefully long and painful time just seconds after lifting a hot pan off those controls.
For now I settled with an induction hob by Gaggenau. Not perfect but at least it's got one (yes: one) physical, multifunction knob to control it. Shift it a bit towards the cooking ring you want to control and then turn the knob. Simple. And not having any kids around also helps with not losing said knob, as it's only magnetically coupled.
I've had my fair share of complaining about new-fangled crappy UIs. Being it, e.g., buttons that are no longer recognisable because it's an almost indistinguishable, flat, white rectangle. Or illogical layouts of entry masks that spread over three screens and a half. And so on. But for once I would like to draw the attention away from software and get down to hardware, down to the kitchen.
Down to modern touch controls on e.g. a cooker. Touchy and irresponsive crap, that is. What is wrong with oldfashioned knobs?! You just turn them and see (and feel!) immediatly in which position they are.
Real smart of fake smart. Either way, it sounds just like our PHB (w/o the pointy). So for now I seem to know how they did his oral output. Still wondering though how his almost human-like appearance was made. Darn, it's really not easy to distinguish from a real, human being.
Or "boat", "marine", "watercraft"
Not something I was aware of, but good to know. Funnily, since many people (in sailing, at least) want as much boat for their quid as possible, they end up with rather poor quality (probably overpriced, too) and constantly tinkering, repairing and cursing their vessel.
@Giovani Tapini
I totally agree with you. And while many "price tags" in military terms are indeed eye-watering, more often than not it is -more or less- justified. Where my understanding comes to a full stop though is, e.g., when we finance an improvement programme for ageing vehicles which costs considerably more than buying a whole new fleet of the same, modernised items. Or developing portable terminals for silly money with no use at all*.
* what the fuck did those terminals connect with? Sure, we could connect them, one-to-one, over an encrypted data link. Just like SMS - slow messaging service. They were nothing more than telex with a screen. And no one, really no one ever used them.
There are places in the world where it might make sense.
Certainly. Elbonia comes to mind. Besides, I leave it to the reader to decide if the following made sense.
In one of my former lives, more than twenty years ago, we had "laptops" in the army. Those beasts weighed half a ton, were rugged, NEMP and waterproofed (don't remember if IP67 or 68). Nearly undestroyable and yes, we tried a tiny bit. So far for the impressive housing. Connections were mains (internal power supply) and serial port (RS-232 proprietary connector). Inside was a stupid terminal. So far, so useless. But it gets even better: costs per piece, I don't remember exactly, but it was well in the five figures (might have been around £25k in the mid 90s).
Is it grounds for disbarment? Possibly,[...]
There you go, "lost ability to earn a living". Self-fulfilling and stuff. On a more serious note, I'm not surprised - right now fighting, from the second line though, a lawyer in court who's obviously also represented by a lawyer. The latter one is maybe not very clever (or unable to control his client) but ok, while the former is risking disbarment. Will be a happy day once this happens.
Dual 'B' Ark and stuff... I like the idea! And would strongly suggest to include in the right-poddian half also a whole lot of other loonies. They are aplenty! I've spent enough time on the continent to confirm.
Mind you, I am not going to join you on the Ark. But remain in calm and peace after all others left.
Water wouldn't harm a mouse. Causing a short could be a (temporary) problem. Or, the water moved some of the usual ball mouse inherent filth around where it blocked something. Ugh! Still, after all those years, I'm still traumatised by what I encountered when cleaning sticky mouse balls.
One of my former lives I had spent in Swabia. Swabians being known as rather frugal, of the few local phrases I learnt there was this gem: "nix gschwätzt, isch gnuag globt."* Which translates roughly as silence is praise enough.
I quite liked it there...
*Yep, had to look it up again to get it right.