in tech, to answer a craxy-stupid question about voice recognition and transcription.
tommyrot: You know, dogs can recognize about 200 different words. So if you assume that there are 10,000 commonly used words, and that most words used fall in this 10,000, you could get 50 dogs and train each to recognize 200 words. Then you'd need some sort of 200-key doggie keyboard for each dog....
I love
tommyrot's
analysis of the communion wafer: Well, they paid less than a penny. But then they added value by turning it into Jesus.
amych:
Does one do the De-FENSE chant for dissertations?
Fun with nicknames and knowledge, in Bitches.
billytea:
I didn't really have a proper nickname at school, yet I now have two at work: "Sneakers" and "Willipedia".
connie neil:
"Willipedia?"
"You bet he will!"
billytea:
Rarely has a shot been so rim.
connie neil:
I'm the Ed McMahon of Bitches.
Trudy Booth:
How many legs does a Willipede have?
billytea:
Dare I suggest that you look it up? (Correct answer: a willion.)
Trudy Booth:
I'm just grateful its the pedes we're counting and not the willys.
Typo Boy:
At that end there can be only one.
billytea:
Not according to the marsupial family.
From (where else?) bitches:
Aims -
I need help. I have to give an abstinence-only = boo, comprehensive sex ed = YAY! speech tonight and I have NO VISUAL AID. What should I use?
Vortex -
Em.
Typo Boy sets it up, and Billytea knocks it out:
If I could take a ferry to Ikea I would even if all I bought once I got there was Swedish meatballs.
Sure, it sounds romantic, but then you discover you have to assemble the ferry yourself.
erkikaj:
They outsourced Magical Cripples to India, JZ. Not my fault. Maybe it's NAFTA. They're sweeter, but sort of hard to understand on the phone.
Barb in Bitches, because OMG:
So my mother went with my father to the family lawyer today so dear daddy could file for divorce from his current wife. Yanno, the one with whom he cheated on my mom thirty years ago while THEY were married and then subsequently married after he and Mom's incredibly bitter divorce?
She said to Maria (my sister), "I do wish your sister would be more understanding about this. I wish she could be happy for me."
And she mentioned that she thought it would make a good story for me to write.
Dude, I don't write science fiction.