Gold Winger

" When definin' a continuum, though, you're defining a line by naming its endpoints, eh?" A line can be defined by two points but lines have no endpoints. By definition, lines are infinite. Line segments have two ends. Continua cover an "interval."

Go away for a few minutes and I miss all the good comments.

Listen, children, to a story That was written long ago, 'Bout a kingdom on a mountain And the valley-folk below. On the mountain was a treasure Buried deep beneath the stone, And the valley-people swore They'd have it for their very own.

" at the time a better ride then the Wing.." Heretic! Burn him at the stake!

" It sounds like someone stayed up past their bedtime!!" I don't sleep.

Nah. I can be courteous and not be helpful "I'm sorry but I can't help you now." I can be courteous and not be friendly, "Please go away." That's courteous and not friendly. I can be very discourteous and brave, "Come on, you freaking tiger, I'm not afraid of you!" I can be very courteous and very unclean. Courteous and disloyal? Does the name Borgia ring a bell?

"trick question, What is the most important word of the Scout Law? " "Is" because without a verb, nothing can happen.

Personal attack? You're the one who thinks that a story about pot roast is about you. Nowhere in that story are the words "Bob" or "White." What would you call your response?

The point is, ladies and gentleman, that greed -- for lack of a better word -- is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms -- greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge -- has marked the upward surge of mankind.

Bob, who's talking about BSA? VeniVidi told a story about pot roast and now you're trying to make it about you and the Boy Scouts. Sounds like either paranoia or an exceptionally large ego.

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I'm unhappy and I think that Eamonnn is a funny name. So there.

Nah, it's in the UK so you need to blame the Whiney British Liberals Organization (WBLO).

It's sort of an honor. I think that the key three nominates you to your council.

Goldwings are the motorcyles of choice for those of us who want to sit up like gentlemen. Besides, I wouldn't want to ride 500 miles on a zoomsplat.

"I see dishonesty and dad's and mom's doing the work for their kids alot. Maybe I live in a particularly bad scouting neighborhood." nah, that's the world today. Look at Pinewood Derby cars. Look at how many parents do school projects for their kids. How about the parents that fill out the college applications for their kids? I know a woman who took a day off work and drove 160 mile round trip to take her son a text book that he left behind after a weekend visit.

I spent years encouraging my son's patrol to go do something by themselves but to no avail. I'd hear the standard cry of today's teen, "there's nothing to do." I'd say, "Call your friends and go to a museum or go on a bike hike or go camping or something. . . ." "Nah . . . no one wants to go, we'll just go play Nintendo (or XBox or whatever). If your Scouts are willing to do stuff on their own, I envy you. I feel sorry for so many of today's suburban teens, they either don't want to do stuff by themselves or they aren't allowed. My son has a parttime job that is, by the map, less than 700 yards away from home. Sometimes he does walk to walk but his mother insists on picking him up because "it's dark." He lives less than a mile from his high school but catches a ride home with a friend who lives a few doors away. The friend's dad picks them up every day because, "it's too far to walk." I'd tell all the stories of "when I was a kid" but we all know them.

I feel sorry for atheists because they will never get to Znerflot and meet Znorfran.(This message has been edited by Gold Winger)

Sorry Pappy, my wings have nothing to do with angels, the reference is to the bestest motorcycle on the road today, the Honda Goldwing.

"Back in 76 or 77 I met a fellow, Col. Ben Pollard, who spent a few years in Hanoi http://www.pownetwork.org/bios/p/p088.htm'>http://www.pownetwork.org/bios/p/p088.htm He told us about the code, log tables, trig tables and designed a jet plane using toilet paper for notes and tapping on the walls. " Accidentally deleted a phew werds in this sentence. It should read Back in 76 or 77 I met a fellow, Col. Ben Pollard, who spent a few years in Hanoi http://www.pownetwork.org/bios/p/p088.htm He told us about the tap code and how they recreated log tables, trig tables and designed a jet plane using toilet paper for notes and tapping on the walls to pass messages. We were engineering students, we knew about log tables and such but I doubt if any of us could have sat down and created them. That says something about the determination of those guys. BTW, I found a refernce to the tap code. Apparently, "K" was the ommitted letter, not "Q" as I had indicated before. http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/honor/sfeature/sf_tap.html

" The forum menbers could read scripture for themselves." In the Bible (old and new testaments), The Koran, the Works of Shakespeare, and even the Historical Documents: Star Trek, quotes can be found to support any point of view.

"Catholics do not recognize divorce as being legitimate before the eyes of God as Jesus proclaimed in Matthew." I thought that in Matthew Jesus said, "give your wife a divorce but don't go back for any special favors." Strange thing is that Catholics don't recognize divorce but they will annul marriages which is really just a legal fiction for divorice. Maybe it's just a money making scheme.

Boy, by today's standards, I'd have been a horrible bully. We used to make fun of the poor football players because none of them were in calculus. The poor sods didn't even realize that "da/dt" was an insult. They'd fume and say, "stop that or I'll pound you." Of course, in college we were even more anti-social and evil because we'd do things like tie the freshmen's doors together so they couldn't get out of their rooms. Or, horror of horrors, we'd steal a guys robe when he was in the shower and he'd have to walk down the hall naked. Pranks like that last one are why my old school has revamped all of the dorms to give everyone a private bath. Looks like we used up all the fun.

"Even though I am involved in the legal system (as a Judge, but not a lawyer)" Aren't judges lawyers?

Gee, we had a fellow whose name was misspelled for years so I called the Council registrar one day and said, "Bill Smiht" should really be "Bill Smith." That's all it took.