Niska: Mr. Reynolds? You died, Mr. Reynolds. Mal: Seemed like the thing to do.

'War Stories'


Natter 62: The 62nd Natter  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Gudanov - Dec 30, 2008 10:44:39 am PST #8599 of 10002
Coding and Sleeping

We had the half day trade school thing too, but when I was in school, only one or two people who weren't in special education went to trade school, so even if it looked interesting, no one wanted to go.

It was more popular at my school, it may be a regional thing.

Gud, I think trade jobs are in demand. I know in my neighborhood - there are only 2 plumbers that get recommended and both are older guys - neither has young apprentices that I've ever seen and it can take weeks to get on their schedule...

The market isn't seem over saturated here either, but the last time we've needed a plumber or HVAC guy we've been able to get somebody the same day.


msbelle - Dec 30, 2008 10:57:16 am PST #8600 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I'm totally serious, probably to start in the spring. But it really is paint stripping.


Jesse - Dec 30, 2008 10:58:52 am PST #8601 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I will totally ask her!


tommyrot - Dec 30, 2008 11:05:40 am PST #8602 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Toto smart toilet now checks body temperature and a whole lot more

Toilets are now getting even more sophisticated. Going way beyond that car wash for your butt we tried out with considerable delight, this brainy crapper is an update of Toto's 2005 "intelligence toilet." This one measures urine temperature, accurately notifying women of the exact time of their peak fertility — and rest of us, well, how hot we really are.

The Toto intelligent toilet was already mind boggling, with its ability to analyze blood sugar levels, body weight and fat percentage, and there's even a blood pressure cuff. Once you've gone through that mini-physical, the results are wirelessly sent to your PC, where you can plot all your personal stats on graphs and charts.

We like that Kohler bidet toilet seat with its effective deodorization, cleansing water jets and blow dryer, but maybe this Toto info-toilet has gone too far. It reminds us of the late billionaire Howard Hughes saving his urine in jars, all lined up on shelves and sorted by date. Too much information.


Connie Neil - Dec 30, 2008 11:17:41 am PST #8603 of 10002
brillig

intelligence toilet

I prefer not to crap on things with intelligence.


msbelle - Dec 30, 2008 11:23:23 am PST #8604 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I have borrowed the services of our color printer and mac now has a "less good than store bought, but better than nothing" 2009 Pokemon calendar.

I am looking at Las Vegas real estate and am tempted to draw up plans for a 5-10 family cooperation to buy one for vacations and rental.


DavidS - Dec 30, 2008 11:46:10 am PST #8605 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I prefer not to crap on things with intelligence.

One of the many ways in which you are not Chuck Berry.


tommyrot - Dec 30, 2008 11:48:42 am PST #8606 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Was it Chuck Berry who installed a secret camera in his toilet so he could get videos of his guests' defecations?

And why does Firefox accept 'defecation' as being spelled correctly, but not the plural?


DavidS - Dec 30, 2008 11:52:09 am PST #8607 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Was it Chuck Berry who installed a secret camera in his toilet so he could get videos of his guests' defecations?

I don't know about the camera, but he was the anti-Terence Howard.


Jesse - Dec 30, 2008 11:53:00 am PST #8608 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

See, this is part of why Cadillac Records was unstatisfying -- hardly any Chuck Berry, and NOTHING about poo.